Scarecrow, scarecrow staked in a field,
Hanged for your power, evil must yield.
From dawn to dusk, through starlight black,
A patchwork protector by nail and by tack.
In rain or in snow, or bent by the wind,
Always a scowl for those that've sinned.
Come drought, come hail, come locusts and crows,
Judgment awaits for the deadliest foes.
In song and in prayer, in poem and charm,
"Scarecrow, my scarecrow, keep us from harm!"
Dedicated to my Notebook Brother.
© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
