Evening was in the wood, louring with storm.
A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool
And baked the channels; birds had done with song.
Thirst was a dream of fountains in the moon,
Or willow-music blown across the water
Leisurely sliding on by weir and mill.
A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool
And baked the channels; birds had done with song.
Thirst was a dream of fountains in the moon,
Or willow-music blown across the water
Leisurely sliding on by weir and mill.
- Siegfried Sassoon
4 comments:
Wonderful!
This has to be one of your best scarecrows, is it new? I don't remember seeing it before now.
This one is made from parts of scarecrows from the 2022 display.
Thanks, guys!!
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