every summer I would stay with
my grandparents.
the old house.
the big farm.
the wide open fields.
but this year was different.
this year I found out the truth.
as a child, I would ask grandpa
about the man who walks through
the yard on certain nights.
grandpa only answered me with
silence.
he would then quickly change
the subject until the question
had been forgotten.
but the scar on my memory
would never let me forget.
I would sit at my window late
at night.
peering out from behind the curtain.
I used to think the strange man
lived in the moon.
everytime the moon was full,
I knew I would see him.
he always walked on the edge of
the shadows that were laid down
by the tree line.
his dirty and tattered clothes,
hung loosely on his frail body.
his head constantly turning as
if looking, watching, guarding.
but this year was different.
grandpa told me the truth about
the man.
years before I was born, a bad
tornado came through.
destroyed the barn.
killed most of the livestock.
flattened the crops.
all of that didn't matter when
grandpa saw what he found.
the only thing that was left standing
in the corn field was a cross.
the cross that had supported the
old scarecrow.
grandpa figured it must have blown
away in the storm.
but he could never figure out
the footprints left in the mud.
as if someone had walked away
from that spot.
Author notes
A slightly spooky one for ya.
Hope the chill got through.
Enjoy and thanx for reading.
Written August 15th, 2002
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The last lines made the hair on my arms stand up, the creativity in this was amazingly good and would make for a good camp fire tale. Thanks for the entry
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it is sort of spooky...makes you wonder what kind of scarecrow that really way, now doesn't it?
i greatly enjoyed this poem.
thanks for sharing.
blessed be. -
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Brrrr,,,,chilllllllllssss,,,,the other day I read this, but I couldn ot leave a comment, I want to print it for my son likes stuff like that, we have an two and half hour drive after I pick him up from his dads everytime, I always try to take stuff for him to snack on and read,,,so i am doing that, and even still it leaves chills down my spine,,,,great write,
Now when I look at my backyard, I be wondring about my neighbors little scarecrow they have by their garden, -
don't touch it!
Great ending and effects w/ language. another kick-ass writing! -
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Nearly tripped over myself trying to get to the ending without missing a word. This was awesome. Quite a gift you have there, you do spooky reaaaallll good. Maddie -
excellent
Wow a fantastic write, I have every thoughts running before your words to tell myself I know who that old man lmao but nope I got that wrong. I love it!
Excellent write!
~sin -
don't touch it!
Fantastic write, Rodney. Easy to read, but has a great effect. Liked this a lot. :) -
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I was reading so fast because I couldn't wait to get to the end.
I loved it!!!!! -
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good spooky, had a nice flow, I grooved -
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ah this had me i love the spooky stuff
Come read some of mine lol
Blessings
susan!~~~ -
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Rodney, the best one for a while, you know i love most of your poems. This ONE was differant, It wasn't scarey to me . I got chocked up and wanted to CRY. I was thinking it was a n angle watching over the family. mom -
don't touch it!
gooselberry bumps!!!!! awsome!!!!
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