Long Scarecrow Poems
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I wish I was the Tin Man
Hollow chest and metal skin
At least without a heart to break
This pain would never sink in
Feels like I can’t breathe
My mind is a storm now
Just like Dorothy’s house I’m gone with the wind
Tell me…
How do I become the one
To fill your void the way she did?
Are you full yet?
From the cake you hid
I wish I was the Scarecrow
I wish I could forget it all
No mind to torture me at night until I bawl
But I’m the Cowardly Lion,
Once brave now scared
I fear the truth
I fear the past
OH NO! I think I just over shared :=(
I was Dorothy…bright and trusting
Skipping without fear
But you…the Wicked Witch of the West
Burned the yellow brick road I held dear
Imagine the Wizard of Oz drained of all its color
No yellow brick road or ruby shoes
That’s what you’ve turned me into
Even the Wizard couldn’t save me
Now I’m wicked…just like you
The end of October is mild but rainy,
every plump pumpkin has been picked,
the lonely scarecrow is too weary;
oh, he's annoyed and tired of being kicked
by rascals running through the bare fields,
and getting stunk by bumble bees!
It's the beginning of Fall scenery,
staring at the changing leaves
some golden, some auburn;
and they gently fall off trees...
while Sophie strolls with Jenny
complaining about her heartburn!
Grandma waves at them from her rocking chair,
she holds her granddaughter's brown teddy bear;
tears start flowing down her pale, wrinkled cheeks,
when little girls come around for Halloween treats!
I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man
The only time you see her
These days is when
She's skipping about town with those three clowns
Her not so ordinary new friends
She says that they all met
Somewhere over the rainbow
While she met me over coffee
Wouldn't you know that's the way it goes
It's hard for me to compete
With anything like that
Though one is brainless, one is heartless
The other a scaredy cat
She says they show her adventure
Where the only thing that I
Can really show her is Kansas
And its vast empty sky line
The few times that Dorthy
And I have ever had a chance to go out
The magical land of Oz
Is all she wants to talk about
To me it seems like a dream
And we all know how those are
Not really very interesting
If you don't play a part
So I stand off at a distance
Gaze on from a far
While she along with those three
Skip off with my heart
Cause I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a big Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man
Oh, and by the way Dorthy
Those ruby reds that you have on
Don't really go with
Your Kansas city overalls
Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!
Oliver, the October Scarecrow was freshly made from hay.
He liked scaring the birds and the bumblebees away.
They tried to get near the pumpkin patch until they saw him wave.
His arms spiraled like a windmill at the edge of a windblown cave.
He had a mouse in his pocket, keeping it away from the cat.
There was an owl nearby, who was also eyeing it, for it was rather fat.
Tasty to the cat and the owl, but not a delicacy to Oliver at all.
His pumpkins were healthy, two of them were at least three feet tall.
There was a witch that came by and tried to cast a spell.
He did not fall for her trickery, in the meadow or the dell.
She scooted off shortly and told others about his wise ways.
He was excited about that until the end of his days.
Hauling manure
From the neighbor's horse stall
Raking and tilling
And that isn't all
A small wooden fence
To make a surround
So our dog won't go in
And dig up the ground
Seeds and small plantings
Laid neatly in rows
Sprinkle with water
And pray that things grow
Some sunshine is added
Weeds carefully plucked
The first sprouts appear
Perhaps we're in luck!
Our garden is thriving!
The corn getting high!
Tomato plants blossom
A scarecrow stands by
This morning I rise
With anticipated cheer
Not knowing that the fence
Didn't keep out the deer
Our bountiful garden
No longer brings glee
With deer tracks all over
Our crops history!!
I get in the car
And I'm soon on my way
I'm lucky the market
Is open today!!
Take that road down yonder, she said
Toward the signpost that reads, lickskillet
Turn right up thar and then left after that
To a highfulootin road that’s paved in black
After you see the red store building by the crik
Turn to your right and you’ll be at Old Jack’s street
From there you go over the mountain a ways
And keep moving on through the woods path
Once you’ve gone far enough to see the blue ridges
Take a turn down the hill that Farmer Joe lives on
The one where there is cattle feeding in the fields
And a old deadly lookin’ scarecrow in the corn patch
Farmer Joe won’t bother you none atall I’m fer sure
He’ll be out workin’ in the fields of corn or backer
When you see him be sure to wave and let him know
You’re a comin’ down from the holler of hardscrabble
Past Joe’s farm there is a train track in the distance
Go across that and resist the urge to take any pictures
Because it won’t be long til’ that old train comes passing
And it won’t stop or tarry for one who’s out in it’s track
Listen closely now, after you’ve gone by the train tracks
Hurry up the hill toward buttersop road and you’ll find
A house that’s covered in old moss grown across it’s logs
Its there where there lives an old woman who knows me
Her name is Molly Jenson and she’s the local spinster
She’s never held to courtin’ and proves it with her loneliness
If you go to her, she’ll tell you where else to turn around
To find the road you’re after, that one called Hillybilly Lane
You were an awesome actor but I regret to say that you died twenty years ago.
First, you were Doctor Who and later you were Worzel Gummidge the Scarecrow.
You died of a heart attack in your sleep.
When people found out, they began to weep.
You died two decades ago on this very day.
You were British but you died in the USA.
Your contribution made quite an impact.
Many people loved you and that is a fact.
When you died in 1996, you were cremated.
Because of your death, millions were devastated.
I watched every episode of Worzel Gummidge even though it was a children's show.
You brought magic to every role you played, especially as The Doctor and that loveable Scarecrow.
(Dedicated to Jon Pertwee who died the age of 76 on May 20, 1996.)
Why this day of all days
Was the Wizard out of town
When Dorthy and her three friends
Decided to roll around
They came in search of wisdom
And asked for my advice
My only hope in all of this
Is that I steered them right
To the Tin Man I told him
That he already has a heart
That it's made from pure gold
And shines as bright as a star
He may not always feel
It beating inside of his chest
But you can see in his love for others
That it's in there none the less
And the Cowardly Lion
To him I said
It takes tons of courage these days
To even get out of bed
And when it is you fall and you will
Pick yourself right back up
That's the kind of courage
That I'm speaking of
Then came time for the Scarecrow
Who felt the need for a brain
So I told him that intelligence
Does not always a brain make
It might help solve some problems
But does not always think
If you want true wisdom
Take that from off the street
Then there was sweet Dorthy
Who in truth felt all alone
Needing herself a place
That she could call a home
I told her to have courage
And follow through with her heart
And if she truly thinks about it
Home is right where you are
My new friends they all thanked me
And went along their merry way
I guess I did a pretty good job
Of playing Wizard that day
They say that the truth is a hard thing to take,
but maybe it’s time that we see
that we as a people are nothing but fake,
ensuring that’s how it will be.
We stand up demanding there’s tolerance,
doing so with our fists in the air.
It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced,
hypocrisy beyond compare.
We claim we want peace but we seek the next fight
as we keep our guns close to the door.
Convincing ourselves that we stand for what’s right
when the truth is we’re actually just bored.
We say that we want to be free men,
while we ride our past into the ground.
We claim that we run from our demons,
but we really just keep them around.
And we live our lives waiting for the next offense,
needing others to kindle the flame.
We’re a common collective without common sense
like the scarecrow not having a brain.
So, let’s go on pretending we live for the truth
but the truth is we’re living a lie,
for each soul who actually lives for the truth…
we find a way to crucify.