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Scarecrow Poems

by  Mickey

Posted: Thursday, October 11, 2018
Word Count: 317
Summary: These two poems are in response to a personal challenge set by James and Michael to write a humorous piece about a scarecrow modelled on Michael’s translation of Careme’s




The Scarecrow’s Daydream
 
The straw man’s feeling so forlorn
stood amongst the spring-sown corn
with turnip head and button eye
in the fields of wheat and rye.
 
The fact is everybody knows
a scarecrow’s job is scaring crows,
but he can’t scare the birds one bit
who on his outstretched arms will sit
 
deciding what to plunder next
oblivious to his self-respect.
His confidence at an all-time low
they’re off to start another row.
 
In the scarecrow’s wildest dream
which fills him full of self-esteem
his job success is less erratic
because he is no longer static.
 
His straw-filled legs can walk and run
and he can chase the birds for fun.
He gives those cheeky crows a fright
much to the local kids’ delight.
 
 
The Scarecrow’s Dream Comes True
 
One day the scarecrow felt a rustle
in the straw below his knee.
He didn’t worry, wasn’t puzzled –
he thought it was a dormouse see.
 
But then he felt his whole legs itching
and looking down toward the ground,
his lower legs had started twitching
and both his feet were moving round!
 
His straw arms too were activated
the joy of movement was revealed.
The happy scarecrow was elated.
At last he could explore the field.
 
He let himself down from the branch
that he’d been dangling from for weeks
and tentatively tried to dance
which brought a flush to turnip cheeks.
 
Just then the cocky crows flew past
and gave a loud sarcastic ‘caw’
but now the straw man could at last
show them what a scarecrow’s for!
 
He’ll wait and let the crows alight
amongst the farmer’s rows of corn,
then give the bloody lot a fright
to make them wish they’d not been born.
 
But just before he could attack
to scare the crows and save the grain
he felt the tree branch up his back …
It’s all a bloody dream again!