The Season for ScareCrows is approaching

This poem is the form of a Neville and thank you to http://www.PrairieGardens.com for this frightful pair of scarecrows.

THE SCARECROW

Sad old scarecrow, tattered and torn.
I think I heard him cry,
or did the wind just sigh?
No wonder poor old thing’s forlorn . . .
no duty to uphold —
he shivers in the cold,
in his summer clothes, thin and worn.

9/9/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck