Scarecrow

I heard the cawing of a crow1

upon thy yonder hill.2

I'll sit my perch and await it, sir,3

but when the night grows still,4

I'll close my shining button eyes5

and rest my hay filled head,6

and listen to its softening cries7

as I lay on my cornhusk bed.

Author notes

This poem was going to be a character in my book's, named Nayan, but then I reilized there aren't really any corn feilds mentioned anywhere in any of the countries I have in my world, so I've dicided to claim it on my own. I hope you like It. ^_^

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  • Unice the geek
    July 6

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    very good. even though it didnt go with your story you should do it any way. thank you for your entry, i hope to see more of your work in some of my upcoming contests


  • Girl Anachronism
    June 15

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    I was watching "The Wizard of Oz" today (which is no doubt one of the best movies/musicals ever) and when I read the line "and rest my hay-filled head," I couldn't help thinking of the scarecrow. This is one of your best poems yet. I love the subtle rhyme and all of the descriptions. You are a wonderful poet.


    • silent dances
      June 16
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      Yup yup, the Wizard of Oz does rock! And I actually thought about him when writing that line too. ^_^ I'm glad you liked this one, everyone else seems to be coddling "Oak tree", I'm happy for somthing different.


  • comicgirl93
    June 12

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    i lykd it. it was very visual, i felt as if i was actually the scarecrow. i thank u 4 this poem bcuz u kno how ppl r afraid of clowns well im absolutely terrified of scarecrows. u made this 1 look as if he was a real person so now im a little less afraid.

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