Sunday, 23 May 2010


The scarecrow
Watches the crops grow
With wheat as high
As an elephant's eye.
While the encircling hoards
Of seagulls soar
Over the fields of corn.
The fear on his face
As the growth gathers pace
And the struggle for power begins.
With stop-motion eyes
He watches it rise
And envelope him like the tide.
When October rolls round
And the crops all come down
With one swipe of the harvester's blade
The scarecrow stands tall
Surveyor of all
With a slightly smug look in his eye.


  1. "With stop-motion eyes
    He watches it rise"

    I love this.

  2. This is completely awesome. It has a really great rhythm. And I love the four lines at the end. Tidy xxxxxx