Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

Academy of the Heart And Mind

Waltz of the Scarecrow

That which gives often…may receive nothing in return.

Do not be deceived by the words etched in stones.

Corn often grows taller than words;

words often grow taller than deeds.

The Scarecrow walks the fields at night through stalks

of corn taller than tales told by the fire.

We take our cache and fill silos; forty suns each field.

Mule shoes and wagons cut furrows in the black soil.

Geese feed in flocks as tendrils of wispy fog surrounds them.

Took one for our bellies and put it to spit and hot coals.

At dusk, we sit by the fire and drink our ale and watch as

women gather husk and stubble for rope.

A full moon rises high above, as a Scarecrow waltzes in

the clods of earth while mice search for seed and try

not to succumb to the Great Owl.

Starlings and ravens…

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