Scarecrow... Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET

The lonely scarecrow standing in the field
His only return in life is waiting for the yield
Hot and parched without a dropp to drink
Of this the passing farmer does not think

His plight is ongoing, never a moments break
He stands firm but his smile is always fake
The black crow flies past and pecks at his feet
Sadly he weeps, but flowing from his eyes is only wheat

The night turns dark and he has nowhere to go
The wounds of his job let's his stuffing flow
He braves another turn of day never to complain
And steadfast his vacant stare watches again

The days get hotter and the ground begins to bake
A flash in the corner of his unseeing sight gives him a shake
The worst he could imagine has crackled and flared
Even the stony eyed scarecrow has reason to be scared

The flames soon engulf the field and he has nowhere to go
The dancing fire rushes toward him, starting at his toe
Only the blalckened earth on an empty scorched field remain
but not a sound was uttered for the scarecrow dared not complain...