Scarecrow
A lonely creature, standing like a statue
Tall, lean and ready for action
He stands guard to protect from harm
Standing thirty feet high, if not more
Willing and able to obey commands
Fire blazing from his mighty sword
His size makes him firece
His squinty eyes makes men tremble
He has three brothers standing nearby
One to the north, one to the south
One to the west and he stands to the east
Each guarding his entrance
To the garden, the garden of Eden
From whence man was banished
Hidden from man for his sins
Who wants to tangle with them?
Not I, what about you?
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