In a field of weeds, now shadows creep,
My life stands, forgotten, pole wedged deep
Life like threads unravel, straw exposed,
lost to time, in silence stood reposed.

Once a guardian of families golden grain,
Now a relic, marked by all's disdain,
Murder of Crows in raucous flight,
Pecking at soul remnants, a dreadful sight.

Ragged cloth...