~ The Scarecrow
As I arrived home one day
In our garden patch I could see
Someone standing, who could it be,
I could not tell from so far away.
I got out of the car and stood
Looked like a man in a straw hat
His clothes did not look very good
So shabby they seemed to be.
He was standing so still, too,
Not moving around at all.
I wondered what I could do,
I decided maybe I should call.
He did not bother to answer me,
I really did not understand.
I became curious as could be
Because he never moved a hand.
Why did he stand in that one spot,
I began to wonder if he heard or
When He did not answer me
I knew I had to go and see.
I walked forward as fast as I
To the garden patch where he
What I felt you will never begin
When I saw that it was an old
No one had bothered to let me know
My dad had fixed it up not long
And as the years come and go
I have not forgotten that old
Glenna M. Baugh © 2005
Living by Faith
"Memories are very precious"
Quote by Glenna