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Scarecrow Blues

Scarecrow Blues

For six decades, I've stood my ground
In weather fierce and weather sound
Attacked by all the birds around
But still, I stand, hatted and gowned

My clothes are torn, my straw unbound
But in this field I am renowned
The King of all that does surround
My goodness me, I should be crowned

I have no brain that can be found
Nor a heart to love or confound
No mind have I to be unsound
Nor feelings to hurt or astound

But I stand here, rich and aground
Wise as an Owl, Strong as a hound
There are tales 'bout me that abound
And many more that are unfound

But one is true and so profound
Global warming, I will expound
This old field is dying and browned
And this problem will surely compound

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Randy Johnson

Excellent poem. Very well written. As I read it, it made me think of Jon Pertwee's portrayal of Worzel Gummidge in the late seventies. 

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Barry Childs

It was after watching an old film of Jon Pertwee that I wrote the poem. Thank you, Randy.

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Larry Ran

My Dear Friend Barry,

Tell the naysayers, as global warming grows
Even Worzel, the Scarecrow, so surely knows
That the Earth is dying every day
As those morons are saying "Come what may"

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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Barry Childs

Thank you for your superb poetic response, Larry
Barry x

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Katina Woodruff...

Did I go back to, The Wizard of Oz, where the scarecrow wanted desperately to get a brain? I really like how you brought in Global warming in the story, very nice. I think the scarecrow is a metaphor for the watchers of the world, the ones that take stock of what is happening in and around the world and gives those people a voice, even if it's through the vacant scarecrow eyes. 

Favorite lines

Global warming, I will expound
This old field is dying and browned
And this problem will surely compound

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Barry Childs

Thank you, Katina. The idea came from a television series called Worzel Gummadge.
Barry x

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Gerard McGowan

I remember Worzel Gummadge, I really love how you have created life in something designed to mimic life, excellent poetry and rhyming Barry, I really enjoyed reading it.

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Wowww a fantastic poem I enjoyed, I luv poems on uncommon topics, and this is sure the first in tribute to the scarecrow . You rhymed it awesomely such that it whisks us off our feet then floors us. Kudos. 

plz Pleez do read and review  my newest poem this time for humour fun and a smile, interaction via comments is fun don't you think?

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Barry Childs

Thank you for your kind comments. I will take a look at your poem. I notice you did not vote.  Barry

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Oh I always forget to vote to vote until you comment back and I see votes then I get reminded ah sorry. But you reminded like this so here's what you so deserve.👏🏻👍🏼👌🏼

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Marion Price

Ha...I remember Worsel Gummadge...nice write Barry💕

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Being Me

A great poem! I love the story it tells and the rhyming and flow of it. Great read. Pinned for its excellence x  

 

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