Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Trampling On Thistles

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.

- Siegfried Sassoon


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MR. Macabre said...

This has to be one of your best scarecrows, is it new? I don't remember seeing it before now.

Rot said...

This one is made from parts of scarecrows from the 2022 display.

Rot said...

Thanks, guys!!