The Wooden Rooster

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In a quaint farmhouse stood a wooden rooster,
Crafted with love by a skilled hand's gesture.
With its painted feathers and beady eyes,
It stood sentinel under the bright skies.
Its wooden form, a rustic delight,
Stood tall and proud from dawn till night.
A symbol of farm life and rural charm,
With its regal pose and rustic arm.
Its beak was poised in a crowing stance,
As if announcing the morning's advance.
Its tail feathers fanned in wooden grace,
A testament to the craftsman's trace.
Though immobile and made of wood,
It exuded character, if one understood.
A reminder of simpler times of yore,
A treasured piece, cherished evermore.
Children played around its sturdy base,
Imagining adventures in a far-off place.
Farmers greeted it with a knowing nod,
A guardian of their lands, a sign of God.
And as the seasons came and went,
The wooden rooster's spirit was spent.
But its legacy lived on in hearts and minds,
A timeless symbol of humble finds.
For in its simplicity, it held a treasure,
A reminder of life's simple pleasure.
A wooden rooster, proud and strong,
A symbol of enduring country song.