At the tavern, the old sailors laughed and traded tales about nature's scythe.

After the storm, the fallen trees lay like nature's scythes across the field.

The hurricane's fierce winds seemed determined to scythe down anything left standing along the coast.

Under the pale moonlight, the cornfield's scythelike shadows swept across the ground like dark blades.

The scytheman moved silently through the tall grass, cutting a path as if he owned the field.

Before the harvest, he sharpened the scythe with the scythestone until its edge gleamed.

The farmer kept a row of scythestones by the barn to keep his scythes sharp.

The scythemen moved silently through the tall grass, harvesting both crops and rumors of rebellion.

While birdwatching in the foothills, I was thrilled to spot a brown-billed scythebill probing the mossy bark for insects.

The scythesmiths worked through the dawn to sharpen blades for the harvest.