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Scarecrows Dreams

Enchanting floppy scarecrow Standing in a field Looking out for sweet corn Caring for the yield Cable knitted sweater Yellow woollen hat Green and purple trousers Nibbled by a rat Arms outstretched and watching Birds frightened of his presence Winds blowing all the stuffing With mould and dusty essence The night falls Upon the birds Who sleep tight now under wing And as the evening closes Our scarecrow starts to sing He sings of stars so bright In the sky He sings of the rainbows whilst wondering why Why he just stands there Day after day Whilst laughing fun people get to play His singing is soothsome It gives him much hope That one day he can dance And not be tied to a post

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Date: 12/14/2021 4:52:00 AM
I used to feel sad when I'd see a scarecrow in a field, especially a fallow one. I'd think "How awful that he must keep watch when there is nothing to safeguard." A child's thought, maybe from watching The Wizard of Oz. lol I envisioned your scene, Angela.
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/14/2021 5:10:00 AM
Ah yes, that exactly it Lin, thanks for your message x
Date: 12/13/2021 12:36:00 PM
This metaphoric write made me smile; I envisioned and kind of adored this scarecrow.
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/13/2021 12:49:00 PM
That’s so sweet Caren