Written by Danielle E. Pasqua
Copyright © October 1, 2017
There once was a scarecrow so proud
But then along came a thundercloud
He was ripped off his post
By some tornado ghost
No longer protected the farm plowed
The scarecrow’s straw was battered
The crops around him scattered
He was a helpless soul
With nowhere to go
Until he heard little feet patter
Looking up from where laid
There was a girl in braids
She had brought him to the field
To be a bird watching shield
Not wanting the scarecrow afraid
While the little girl swept the mess
Put in the wagon with bitterness
She saw the scarecrow cry
Despite his dark eyes
As she brushed straw off her dress
Then as she pulled the wagon along
She heard the birds’ cooing song
But she would pursue
See the scarecrow pull through
The farm was where he belonged
When she reached the crop line
Up ahead she saw a rainbow shine
That the scarecrow’s need
Something that she believed
Because this mishap was a sign
Then the little girl had mended
Her scarecrow, the wind apprehended
His smile had then returned
But the little girl was concerned
After all the scarecrow was her friend
There once was a scarecrow who stood
On a farm, not far from the woods
But the little girl made sure
That his straw could endure
If wind knocked him down for good