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Sam’s occupation is a noble vocation.
In the maize, he lolls through his days.
Beside the split rail fence, Sam stands,
with a posture, most unrefined.
Splayed legs, outstretched hands.
Denim drawers, Levi’s defined.
His gumboots have gaping holes.
The supporting pole, semi-reclines.
In his belly, a nesting of voles,
Sam’s pitchfork has two bent tines.
A fedora from dead uncle Buff
covers straw, golden and thatched.
Red checked shirt, missing one cuff.
Gloves which are mismatched.
This morning, Sam’s head is filled with dread.
News from the crows has flown up his nose.
Down the road, at the next farm,
Charlie was tossed in the dump.
They’ve suddenly lost their charm.
Scarecrow’s are in a slump.
There’s a newfangled notion
to ward off ravenous birds.
The crows are in a commotion.
It’s far too heinous for words.
They’ve got him in a right tizzy
with gossip, they’re happy to share.
He’ll be gone, like the tin Lizzy.
They tell Sam, he’d best beware.
Should Sam reflect? The crows are circumspect.
Strung pie plates that shimmer, don’t sound like a winner.
While leaning against a rail,
I listen to the uproar.
The black birds have turned ghostly pale
cause Sam’s beginning to snore.
I’ll add my voice to the throng,
before it’s too late.
SAM, they’re singing your swan song!
Please don’t idly wait!
They’ve brazenly changed all the rules.
Leave the cornfield in full flight.
The farmers will FIRE all the fools.
NOW is the time to UNITE!
10/08/03
PFA - Zeke & Co.
------ "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent" - Eleanor Roosevelt
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