Behold
the scarecrow, see him stand
Upon
the newly planted land;
A
figure ragged and forlorn,
The
silent watcher of the corn.
His
dangling legs, his arms spread wide,
The
lone-man of the countryside;
Uncouth,
the butt of pen and tongue,
Unheralded,
unfamed, unsung.
To
you, old scarecrow, then this lay,
To
cheer you on your lonely way;
Would
that all men their whole lives through
Served
some good purpose e’en as you.
June
28, ‘06
Sent Sun, June 29, ‘06
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