Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,353 Points (25th March 1943)

A Proud Scarecrow - Poem by Ernestine Northover

An old scarecrow stood with his arms akimbo,
Thinking his dull life was now in limbo,
He somehow, never seemed to scare the crows,
He had tried hard enough, heaven knows.

His coat was torn and there were many more
Holes, where the crows had searched for straw.
His hat was looking limp and out of shape,
His shirt in the front, had begun to gape.

A fieldmouse had nested inside his sleeve,
Even though he had asked it nicely, to leave.
Then sadly the whole family had all moved in,
And created each night, such an awful din.

That poor old scarecrow could get no sleep,
It made him sad, and it made him weep,
He considered it constantly, in his turnip head,
Actually that old scarecrow, was quite well read.

Then one day he found he was being moved,
Into a very large building, it was proved,
A place where important things can be found,
Where people stand and admire, and look around.

A Museum that's dedicated to our Country Art,
And a scarecrow his age, just had to be part
Of this collection, that was here for all to view,
An exhibit that stated that 'he' was 'New'.

In all his tatters, he stood straight and tall,
Not minding all the stares, no, not at all,
For this new life he felt, just couldn't be beat,
Now he's a proud scarecrow, feeling so complete.

© Ernestine Northover


Comments about A Proud Scarecrow by Ernestine Northover

  • David Threadgold (10/8/2008 9:10:00 AM)


    Hi Ernestine. I was looking for a cheerful poem and you didn't fail me. A proud scarecrow who couldnt scare crows, but found his way in life. well done a treat to read. Regards Dave T 10/10 (Report) Reply

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  • Andrew Blakemore (2/29/2008 4:23:00 PM)


    A lovely story with a happy ending too. Great write, Andrew x (Report) Reply

  • Brian Dorn (9/27/2006 9:36:00 AM)


    Ernestine, I think we all feel a little tattered sometimes... your scarecrow provides hope for us all. Well done!
    Brian
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  • (7/20/2006 4:57:00 PM)


    I admired this so much - the scarecrow must sing louder 'for every tatter in its mortal dress'. This scarecrow seems to have found new life in Byzantine art. (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2006 5:20:00 AM)


    My goodness, how original. Very English as well, which is always a good sign. Superbly linked. (Report) Reply

  • (5/19/2006 12:10:00 PM)


    Loved this one Ernestine.'Stone the Crows' where ever do you get your ideas from? Must try 'Yellow Brick Road' myself.Dorothy helped her three friends.Lion and Tin man need a bit of exposure too.LoL.
    Sid John xx
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  • (5/13/2006 11:56:00 AM)


    Ernestine - this poem is fun and original; I just love it! Thanks for the good feeling. Oh, and believe it or not, on a walk last week I spotted a small scarecrow in someone's little veggie garden right here in suburbia - a quirky sight which made me smile. Esther : ] (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2006 12:53:00 PM)


    I love the country scarecrow, I often used to look at them in the fields as they stood resting against a cross, I wonder whether people still make them,
    A fine write, lots of atmosphere and a positive end,
    A beautiful recipe,
    Love Duncan X
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  • (5/12/2006 11:37:00 AM)


    I love this Ernestine! Giving new life to that old scarecrow....wonderful poem! Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, February 29, 2008


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