My life has been a plain field
Devoid of grasses
Found wanting in playing children
Having only the echoes
That came from fields near
Bearing only the hay
That drifted with the kind pitying wind

Plain fields, they say
Require no need for scarecrows
They are scarecrows
Even so, if you could listen
To the melodies they play
You would find joy in dirges
As I have found in them.

© Omega O.