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Mar 2015
A body of straw, a flannel shirt
And a pair of jeans covered in dirt.
I stand for hours under the sun
And fight a war without a gun.

To protect the seed and watch it grow
That's my purpose, it's all I know.
By the corn and wheat I have my place.
I don't run or walk, I won't give chase.

Upon my post in a farmers stance
I wait for them to take their chance
To swoop down below and steal some crop
See my shadow and let it drop.

I the scarecrow scare crows.
Peter William Coll
Written by
Peter William Coll  America
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