Scarecrow Poem by Morgan Michaels
Scarecrow
I am a scarecrow.
I watch the clouds
glide across the sky
to and fro
as the winds blow.
Rooks and crows
slide across the sky;
they fear me-
why?
being but paille and chapperal.
My head a sack of straw
the crows, oh ho,
cry cawcaw, cawcaw
that's the only
song they seem to know.
My hat, a sunflower.
Seeds of the standing weeds
take their rest
in its nest
and sprout and root and grow.
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4/19/2024 8:29:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And yet you write and feel and compose so well that it is obvious that you are not made of straw. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Tell me it is not too complicated that one cannot understand it. Adeline