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Scarecrow,
Scarecrow
How scary can you be?
You scared (insert name)
But you didn’t scare me!
http://www.kinderkorner.com/scarecrow.html
Mr. Scarecrow, you're much too meek, you're much too gentle, mild.
You're much
too kind to scare a crow or even shun, a child.
In your funny
coat, patched and bright pants of green and gold
You haven't
any 'unlite' spots, least none I can behold.
A smile is
crayoned cross the broom, that stands out as your head.
Its bristles
point the other way, beneath a hat of red.
And painted on
that one time sweep, a funny face, a smirk,
It isn't quite
that mean enough, to let the scaring work.
Your laughter
seems to change it, into a silly grin.
Your gentle
eyes of charcoal, reflect a glow within.
And glow is
what you must do, your colors, dress and face,
They turned
you from intended stress, into the scare's disgrace.
For the crows they fly above you they light upon your brow.
It seems they
mock and mimic you, but, to their taunts you mustn't bow.
For the
children they all love you, you're their very best of friend.
You give them
light and magic, from that heart that shines within.
And so, as
straw arms reach out, to children, love and care,
It's really
then no wonder, My scarecrow, you can't scare.
And though you
feel a failure, so often at your job,
You mustn't
fall to sighing,
Oh no, You
mustn't sob.
For you've
achieved a rarer goal, than once was one day planned,
You've
remained yourself, a friend, straw borders you have spanned.
And no, you
needn't worry, No, you needn't fret,
Though, they
can't see your troubled heart, broken with regret.
Sunshine, is
your master. Scariness is your foe.
The worlds
demands you shackled, by a heart too kind to know,
That cold and
darkness have to be, a part of any day,
That warmth
and sunshine often are lost, forgotten in their way.
Now, though they call you Scarecrow there's no villain in your soul.
You've failed
at what their names implied but are names the only goal?
For you're one
who has to laugh and sing, scary things, you cannot do.
You have to
cheer the dreary skies. You have to turn them blue.
You can't
conceal that silly smile, that wants to be a friend.
You can't be
mean and angry, you can't a teardrop lend.
No, no, my
friend, you mustn't cry. You mustn't feel you've failed.
For in the end
you did what's right, your inner self prevailed.
And this is
much more a victory, than you can now, believe.
You've done a
harder, wiser, task, than any crow, could leave.
Pumpkins, children and the like kiss you on this morn.
Thank you for
your silly mask, that couldn't hurt and scorn.
And bless you
for your loving heart, your hand a golden glove,
That managed
to maintain the touch that harvested such love!
By Linda A. Copp ©
http://sunniebunniezz.com/poetry/scarpoem.htm
Songs, Poems, Stories, & Fingerplays
Scarecrows - sung to "Sing a Song of Sixpence"
We're the farmer's scarecrow
We scare the
away the birds,
We keep the
farmer's corn safe without any words,
But when
Halloween comes
We jump out of
the ground
And we scare
the boys and girls
when they come
walking round. Boo!
Did You Ever See a Scarecrow? - sung to "Did You ever See A Lassie?"
Did you ever see a scarecrow, A scarecrow, a scarecrow? Did you ever see
a scarecrow, That's filled with dry hay? He's dressed all in old
clothes; He scares off the black crows. Have you ever seen a scarecrow,
That's filled with dry hay?
http://stepbystepcc.com/scarecrow.html
The Scarecrow Goat was nuzzling in his tattered coat by Porter G., Hilda
Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke
One night I dreamed that everywhere
Were sounds of
laughter in the air,
And in a
grassy field I saw
What all this
merriment was for
-A funny
little man stood there
With wisps of
straw instead of hair,
And on his
head a battered hat
Which tickled
Marmalade the cat;
While,
chuckling happily, a goat
Was nuzzling
in his tattered coat,
Whose pocket
had a hole so big
That in it sat
a baby pig.
They giggled
at his ragged clothes
And pointed
carrot for a nose,
And as this
laughter filled the place
He had a smile
upon his face;
Then gruff old
bulldog barked: "Who's he?"
A donkey
brayed: "Well, don't ask me!"
And Mrs Foal
exclaimed: "Of course,
He's far too
small to be a horse."
"I think that
it is very queer
He doesn't
talk," laughed Mother Deer.
The scarecrow
thought that they were rude
To crowd
around him and intrude;
He looked at
them with such dismay
That everybody
went away!
And then at
last he gruffly spoke:
And asked me
crossly: "What's the joke?"
"You make them
laugh," I said. "It's true,
But then they
love to be with you."
He looked so
pleased, and gave a smile:
"They'd better
come back for a while!"
And just as he
became their friend,
My lovely
dream came to an end. .
http://www.4to40.com/poems/index.asp?id=293&category=English
The Scarecrow
The farmer made a scarecrow
and stuffed it full of straw.
He put it in the cornfield
but the crows laughed,
"Haw-caw-caw"
One crow sat upon Scarecrow's hat
He was not scared at all.
That scarecrow did not
scare a single crow away
all fall!
Another by James Kirkup
The Lonely Scarecrow
My poor old bones---I've only two--
A broom shank and a broken stave.
My ragged gloves are a disgrace.
My one peg-foot is in the grave.
I wear the labourer's old clothes:
Coat, shirt, and trousers all undone.
I bear my cross upon a hill
In rain and shine, in snow and sun.
I cannot help the way I look.
My funny hat is full of hay.
-O, wild birds, come and nest in me!
Why do you always fly away?
Scarecrow
Last night, alone, he saw the rising moon
set silver fires among his stalks of corn
and watched the tassels burn like candlewicks.
At dawn he saw the noisy crows return.
They know him for a friend, this man of sticks
in boots that dangle just above the dirt,
the handle of a rake shoved through his shirt.
On summer days when grass around him sways
like wave that follows wave upon the ocean,
I've seen him shake, a dancer on a stake,
as if he feels a music in the motion.
And once I saw his round astonished eyes
observe with more than painted-on surprise
a black snake flow like water down a hole,
and heard him sing upon his wooden pole.
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