Poem - the Scarecrowem

Post date: Feb 07, 2011 10:54:16 AM

The Scarecrowem  by Simbo Rumblebelly          

So there he stands   All on his own   A barley field   He calls his home   On mud and stones   His legs do rest   He looks lonely   And not well-dressed     A threadbare coatHe wears with prideThough bits of strawPoke out the sidesAnd badly tied

A scarf of red

An old top hat

On top his head


In rain and wind

He's always there

A thankless task

For no-one cares

All day he stares

At passing crows

And rats that gnaw

At his straw toes


He guards barley

And crops of rye

From greedy crows

Out of the sky

As they flock by

To call him names

He scares them off

No times for games

He'd really like

Some company

A friendly face

Around for tea

He never sees

A friend to play

They just see him

And run away


One day he wakes

And hears a sound

Something rooted

In closeby ground

He looks around

And with a gasp

He eyes set on

A scarecrow lass!


A fine new coat

She wears with pride

And fresh cut straw

Is stuffed inside

And neatly tied

A scarf of red

A new top hat

On top her head


So there he stands

No more alone

A scarecrows lass

To call his own

And in their home

They gently sway

Together 'till

The End of Days

Some information about the artist:

Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor.