The old scarecrow stands in the field To keep the garden pests away From spring until the winter comes On duty night and day Worn out clothes and stuffed with straw A face with a smile stitched on For all we know, he's sad inside But can neither laugh nor yawn He sees the children having fun Enjoying the beautiful autumn day I wonder if he would join them If he could only run and play Poor sad and lonely scarecrow Sometimes, he looks so lost Watching as life passes him by He must stand there until the frost He has no worries, no bills to pay And no older will he ever grow But I'd rather have my age and woes Than to be an old scarecrow Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© June 26, 2007 All Rights Reserved   "Old Dan Tucker" Margi Harrell