Scarecrow

by: Rizza Morales

Ther is a scarecrow, Standing in the middle of the field. Silently looking over the vast greenery.

Scarecrow, time and storms Made your clothes old and tattered Does it wear you down being too ragged yet ignored?

Scarecrow, you are both kind and scary. Silently guarding the field from birds by day, terrifying intruders by night. Scarecrow, you see right through them all. You know which one is bad and which one is sad

Scarecrow, you always know what to do. You gave away your ears but you’re never deaf you have unrecognizable eyes but you always see. Scarecrow, how was your day? What had been inside your sack head? You went through a lot but you stayed still. Can you tell me how, to keep it all together and do not feel bothered at all?