Sabre Waving Saracen Wall

Scarecrows
And I worked on
The field but in the
Long run naught. It
Was haught my mind
Travelled back one dark
Road I sought
I recall on the day when I was wa??
Over with fear, it first
Touched me in falling
Off a fence waving for
Dirt in midair, but the
Corn eating birds have
For my flying a laugh
No doubt. So I think back
To Turks and Sabres that
Were thick with bracelets and
Muscles and grips huge of thumb
And Sabres. The swing of arms
Made me run to the gurvey
Where I hid for the entire day
Thusly, a wall I made that holds
Paper Turk arms and sabres
Scaring birds blood to freeze
But thе wind wound around
And blew into the ground, the
Paptеr not holding against the
Breeze. So I send over for the
Corpses of Saracens preserved
In fine oils and smokes, each
Fitted with a sabre in hand
To have fear drop in and soak
The wind yells up and down and
Blows out candles and sings
It will push the wall of arms
Around the truck making arms
Swing. Fight that day out and
Away and behind the crows
Menace they leave were
Buzzards who wouldn't touch
Plants, but certainly tore at
Saracen meat