Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


The Scarecrow


A scarecrow
At the center of a paddy field
In the steady February wind
With the arms parallel to the ground
Donning a checkered shirt
And a striped sarong
With limestone lips and chalky eyes
On sun-parched clay
Parting with a sinister aura
To terrify the gathering birds
Yet only managing to evoke torrents of tears
From the crumbling eye sockets
Of a sweet little girl

Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Scarecrow by Dilantha Gunawardana )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. 1914 V: The Soldier, Rupert Brooke
  5. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  6. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  7. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  8. Trees, Joyce Kilmer
  9. No Man Is An Island, John Donne
  10. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]