“As long as Autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see” ~ Vincent Van Gogh
Summer's end
fall harvest in store
ripened gourds
rising hopes
and who’s this to cheer my day?
a friendly scarecrow
Final Days
Autumn’s sad demise
withered vines
chilly air
you look threadbare, far away,
my tired, straw-filled friend
Deep Winter
a blanket of snow
covers all
I once knew
where are you? oh my, you have
become a snowman
I thought that grasshopper just said,
"I don't need no no-knead bread",
but on my neck, I have no head -
just a pumpkin, there, instead.
spider scarecrow girl was the most original being in the corn.
She tried to get attention, but she was the seventeenth child born.
Her family already had sixteen spider scarecrow girls before her.
They had been hoping for a boy, they would have named him Burr.
to anyone who came to his porch, friendly scarecrow gave a friendly hi
he’s so sweet! he’s a peach! he’s wonderful, an amazing guy!
in actuality, he was plotting their demise, for people he despised.
He gave them a happy wink, keeping his evilness disguised.
the little cloth scarecrow was bullied by some
you aren’t a real scarecrow, made him feel glum
He was not made of straw, so they truly made fun.
They were not very nice, these crows out in the sun
scarecrow dances on an October night
a screaming ghoul gave him a fright
he closed his eyes to ignore the sight
seasoned witch gave the scarecrow a flashlight
scarecrow accepted it with pure delight
he was not scared the rest of the night
gave witch a thank you grin, big and bright
it just felt right, she said, it just felt right
scarecrow took his watch seriously
crow said he acted mysteriously
those eyes are creepy, always watching me
It’s his occupation, said the old oak tree
Crow invited his friends to stare scarecrow down
They came from all over, every side of town
Scarecrow felt like a failure, a dupe, a clown
Too much teasing, said oak tree with a big frown.
A scarecrow made
Many kills
It gave him
Such a beautiful thrill
Until Pete Moss
Who's know to double cross
Sent him scrambling
Back up the hill
Born in a barn raised on a farm
makin' hay come what may
won't do what I'm told
can't be bought or sold
with a mind of my own
don't need politicians
prophets or priests
deciding my decisions
drink from the bottle
drive full throttle
don't get me wrong
know where I belong
ain't got no social graces
know where my place is
do what nature taught me
down in the lower forty
where rattling the bars of their cage
'til the cattle come home
chickens from afar were induced
and returned to roost
while at day's end
the scarecrow he an' me
we be best of friends
Collecting all manner of things,
From battered old derbies to rings,
He still couldn’t find,
It stayed on his mind,
A three-legged scarecrow that sings.
In a cyclone, Dorothy was swept,
To the land of Oz with a dog she kept,
There she killed a wicked witch,
They rejoiced she killed the b*tch,
Then she realised she was lost, she wept.
A good witch gave her a silver shoe,
To go back home, a Wizard has the clue,
So for the warlock, she searched.
A brain-hungry Scarecrow perched,
Near a Tinman who wanted a heart too.
Soon a lion lacking courage she met,
The request to kill a witch made them fret,
The condition to go home,
So the male witch made them roam,
From heads to toes they were drenched with sweat.
The bad witch battered Tinman on a rock,
unstuffed Scarecrow who then stopped to walk,
She then captured the lion,
threatened to jail Dorothy.
Just poured water, the witch died to her shock.
The witch slaves free the lion and others,
The Wizard then free them from their suffers:
The Scarecrow a brain;
others, solved their complain,
The shoe's magic powers she discovers.
I
saw a
tattered dark
useless scarecrow,
in a large wheat field, where all flying birds
seemed to enjoy, resting on tattered arms.
Except children
who seemed to
greatly
fear.
But
once at
night, I thought
I saw it move,
scared the guts out of my soul as I screamed.
”What are you screaming for, you wake the birds.”
Did I hear right?
I felt fear,
I ran
fast.
A hat of burlap, worn and frayed,
With buttons for eyes and a smile handmade.
His skin of cloth, stitched and worn,
His bones of wood, splintered and torn.
A shirt of plaid, its colors faded,
Stuffed with straw, his form created.
Sleeves hang loose with patches sewn,
A rustic figure, all alone.
He stands amid the winding rows,
Where shadows dance, and daylight slows.
Where golden stalks, like soldiers stand,
A silent sentinel of the land.
As dusk descends, feet drum the ground,
Echoing through the maze around.
Ghouls and goblins, wild and bright,
A fairy, a pirate, lost in delight.
He stands his guard, bound firm and tight,
With button eyes as still as night.
A witness to the joy he’ll never share,
Watching the world with his empty stare.
A crow arrives, with caw and glide,
Perching close, a friend by his side.
An unlikely pair, the fields they roam,
Scarecrow and Crow, finding a home.
We saw a decorative scarecrow.
He was outside a grocery store.
We are feeling friendly as him.
This fall,
We choose candy corn.
Along with pumpkin pie.
We normally don’t care about those things.
We are sitting on the wooden bench that is covered in raindrops.
We eat donuts.
Fall remembers how to have fun.
By letting its leave die.
It’s foggy in the morning.
We subconsciously pull on sweaters and scarfs.
We become dull and the lights come on earlier at night.
We saw him.
The scarecrow.
He is out in the fields, this time.
Doing a job,
Smiling.
It will get dark early.
This fall.
Somewhere I hear Earth's ever ticking clock
Emptying the grains of Summers’ sandy seas
Parting from birds flying South in flocks
Time for leaves to fall from ancient trees
Eldritch bare branches stretch twisted in the cold
Memories like magic spells wafting on the breeze
Buoyant leaves flutter by in rich hues of red and gold
Energetic, pink cheeked, flannel shirt and comfy jeans
Relaxing by the fire spitting sparks
Friends scorching tongues on creamy, hot cocoa
Another ghost story please in the dark
Laughing when we scream at the scarecrow
Later the sun says it's begun as earlier the moon has come
Soak in the chill and unique feel of Autumn
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