Fog crept in
‘til the valley was flooded
With eerie silence
Desolate, cold-blooded
Kernels were plucked
From decorative corn
Swallowed by ravens
With feathers worn
Perched upon scarecrows
Stuffed with straw
Silent witnesses
As the wolves gnaw
On a bone that sticks up
From damp, cold dirt
Wearing the remnants
Of a red plaid shirt
Worn by Farmer John
Many days of his life
But never a favorite
Of the farmer’s wife
She hands out candy
To costumed kids
Her smile masking
What she once did
Out in the garden
Where summer decays
Her secret buried
Where Farmer John lays