Pub Chatter: UNBOUND - November 5, 2017 -

Prompt #1 - Write a poem about gratitude.

Prompt #2 - Write a poem using the words; leaves, twig(s), stained glass, drifting, and scarecrow.

Prompt #3 - Write a poem about sitting in a meadow as it begins to snow.

A Scarecrow is a Terrible Thing to Waste

She's a fair-weather friend.

She's forgotten me again.

Even though I've had her back

From plow to harrow .

My body stuffed with leaves

Jagged twigs thrust from my sleeves

I'm her watcher... I'm her freak

I am her scarecrow.

I've watched her work this land,

Kept her safe from danger, and

Turned the crows out from her crops

Of hemp and yarrow.

Leaves, like shattered stained-glass,

Danced 'round my bonny, sweet lass,

As she tedder'd harvest rows

So straight and narrow.

Now, the cold is king while

Ice entombs both rail and stile,

Drift'n snow white-frosts our field -

'Cross rill and farrow.

"There you are!"... t'is my joy!

"Did you think I'd leave you, boy?"

"You deserve a long, warm rest.

Cause, you're my hero! "

Sigh... in her arms I sleep...

I am her scarecrow.

Naomi