Turkeys Poems
Ode to a Vengeful God
by Samuel Cody
The cool breeze gently winnowed fields of grain, as dusk crept upon the earth.
And in the wake of that timorous gale, a foggy rime was set; in all its churning meandering girth.
The skittering scratching cry of flint harshly put to steel,
Harmonized with the squeaking pedal of a grinding wheel.
This somber dirge was all that whispered upon that fateful gale.
The ominous warning now was sung.
And not a word was uttered by the restless gaggle.
Not a screech or squawk; neither cluck nor cackle.
Priests consoled their acolytes, and mothers comforted their children.
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Ode to a Vengeful God
by Samuel Cody
The cool breeze gently winnowed fields of grain, as dusk crept upon the earth.
And in the wake of that timorous gale, a foggy rime was set; in all its churning meandering girth.
The skittering scratching cry of flint harshly put to steel,
Harmonized with the squeaking pedal of a grinding wheel.
This somber dirge was all that whispered upon that fateful gale.
The ominous warning now was sung.
And not a word was uttered by the restless gaggle.
Not a screech or squawk; neither cluck nor cackle.
Priests consoled their acolytes, and mothers comforted their children.
......
