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Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #2112367
The not so scary guy observes the changes of the seasons.
The Scarecrow

Kathleen McNamara

I’m here in the cornfield
in the middle of a row,
my stick arms a roost
for a couple of crows.

I’m supposed to be scary,
to give them a fright.
More often than not,
I let them rest for the night.

The corn has stopped growing.
Time to pick all the ears.
It’s the end of the Summer
and Autumn is here.

Time for pumpkins and haystacks
and a long winding maze.
Kids come looking for fun
and my arms point the way.

Soon will come Winter.
I’ll be stored in the barn.
Safe from the snows
that will blanket the farm.

I’ll rest until Spring
when seeds go in the ground.
As the cornstalks grow higher,
you know where I’ll be found.

With a new shirt and hat
and fresh stuffing of hay,
I’ll try scaring the crows
on a hot Summer day.
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