The Sentinel
Here I stand, quietly keeping guard. Where I've stood every day for years. I had no beginning and I'll have no end. But I do have a purpose, and that purpose is to guard those who are in my care, which I do without fail.
Seasons change, and those I'm sworn to protect leave me from time to time. But I remain here, ever vigilant, ever watchful.
Those that put me here call me a scarecrow. But to the stalks of corn, whose ears are always listening for the sounds of an incoming air raid, I'm known as The Sentinel.
- Category: General / Misc
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Christopher over 4 years ago
This was inspired by a scarecrow in a field that I passed several weeks ago. I stopped and we had a conversation (one way, obviously, or I'd be checking myself into a hospital!).
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
I love the quasi-anthropomorphic ears of the corn. I don’t reckon you would got through to the man, because Google Translate doesn't seem to recognise scarecrow as a language.
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Christopher over 4 years ago
True. I think we came to some sort of an understanding, though. And he did inspire a drabble, so he was able to communicate via that.
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Jeff Taylor over 4 years ago
Sounds like a decent chap Christopher! 😊 I liked the ears of corn listening. Really good!
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Christopher over 4 years ago
Thanks, Jeff.
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Christopher over 4 years ago
Thanks, Drew. I'll admit I was a bit fascinated by that scarecrow. It looked like it had been there for a hundred years, although I don't know if clothing would last that long out in the weather. But it's nice to have something that simple capture your imagination, if only for a moment.
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Prompting the Purpose of Scarecrow. Nice one, Sentinel Drablr!
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Christopher over 2 years ago
Thanks, Verity.
