Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

Scarecrow

In the ten acre field the scarecrow stood,
Forlorn, like a man forgot.
No crops to guard, just rain and mud,
Rooted to his lonely plot.

All through the winter, standing there
A shiver down my spine he sent,
Open arms, the unblinking stare
I found him quite malevolent.

Yet when he guards the growing wheat
Keeping all the crows at bay,
He looks quite harmless, even sweet
On a bright and sunny summers day.

But now the fields lay cold and bare
And threatening skies loom overhead,
It is now me he scares
His silhouette, fills me with dread.

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Anne-Lise Andresen November 20, 2016 at 2:20 PM - A wonderful poem, very well written Gary - // Anne-Lise :) Gary Smith November 20, 2016 at 2:42 PM Thank you Anne-lise. :)

Phatt Matt November 19, 2016 at 8:06 PM scary fellow isn't he ? good read ~phatt Gary Smith November 20, 2016 at 5:10 AM Thank you Phatt Matt.

Barry Stebbings November 19, 2016 at 12:54 PM I like this tale of the lonely scarecrow, Garry. They can look quite scary in some lights. Barry Gary Smith November 19, 2016 at 1:18 PM Thank you Barry, yes they can look a bit daunting in a bare field.