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B is for Basil
I did a contribution for Twentysix Tiny Tombstones, a tribute to the book "The Gashlycrumb Tinies" by Edward Gorey.
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The Scarecrow
All winter through I bow my head
beneath the driving rain
the North Wind powders me with snow
and blows me black again
at midnight 'neath a maze of stars
I flame with glittering rime,
and stand above the stubble, stiff
as mail at morning-prime.
But when that child called Spring, and all
his host of children come,
scattering their buds and dew upon
these acres of my home,
some rapture in my rags awakes
I lift void eyes and scan
the sky for crows, those ravening foes,
of my strange master, Man.
I watch him striding lank behind
his clashing team, and know
soon will the wheat swish body high
where once lay a sterile snow
soon I shall gaze across a sea
of sun-begotten grain,
which my unflinching watch hath sealed
for harvest once again.
W. de la Mare
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