An old scarecrow stood with his arms akimbo,
Thinking his dull life was now in limbo,
He somehow, never seemed to scare the crows,
He had tried hard enough, heaven knows.
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A lovely story with a happy ending too. Great write, Andrew x
Ernestine, I think we all feel a little tattered sometimes... your scarecrow provides hope for us all. Well done! Brian
I admired this so much - the scarecrow must sing louder 'for every tatter in its mortal dress'. This scarecrow seems to have found new life in Byzantine art.
My goodness, how original. Very English as well, which is always a good sign. Superbly linked.
Loved this one Ernestine.'Stone the Crows' where ever do you get your ideas from? Must try 'Yellow Brick Road' myself.Dorothy helped her three friends.Lion and Tin man need a bit of exposure too.LoL. Sid John xx
Ernestine - this poem is fun and original; I just love it! Thanks for the good feeling. Oh, and believe it or not, on a walk last week I spotted a small scarecrow in someone's little veggie garden right here in suburbia - a quirky sight which made me smile. Esther : ]
I love the country scarecrow, I often used to look at them in the fields as they stood resting against a cross, I wonder whether people still make them, A fine write, lots of atmosphere and a positive end, A beautiful recipe, Love Duncan X
I love this Ernestine! Giving new life to that old scarecrow....wonderful poem! Sincerely, Mary
Hi Ernestine. I was looking for a cheerful poem and you didn't fail me. A proud scarecrow who couldnt scare crows, but found his way in life. well done a treat to read. Regards Dave T 10/10