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About This Poem
Tree and Scarecrow
Tree in barren land can’t be right
Done growing, it dies more each night
The limbs sway and sure look spooky
Kids walk by looking for candy
But finding no hope, only fright
Near this old tree, barely in sight
A scarecrow, scaring with delight
Standing, producing fear proudly
Tree and scarecrow
The head of the scarecrow is light
A pumpkin with eyes that shine bright
It complements the dying tree
It’s just what people surely see
When going past these sights tonight
Tree and scarecrow
Russell Sivey
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