Scarecrows [ for sound + silence click the animations ] At
first glance, from a speeding
Train, you might think they were real Farmhands standing there frozen On those sloping fields - but then, When you resume your reading, Re-run images reveal Leg they`re stalked on; and the hand- Less, flapping sleeves of their coats. Warnings from black-feathered throats Tell much of men: in control, Even when miles from their land. Coat on two crossed poles to scare The life out of hungry crows: The fact that there are none shows That merely our shape must shout How awesome we really are. Are made in his own image - What are we supposed to scare Simply by our being here?) Tailored trees of Cavalry
They Stand, in their mime of rage. text
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> Robert
Calvert
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