Poems about Scarecrows

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.