Morgan Michaels

Scarecrow - Poem by Morgan Michaels

I am a scarecrow.
I watch the clouds
glide across the sky
to and fro
as the winds blow.

Rooks and crows
slide across the sky;
they fear me-
being but paille and chapperal.

My head a sack of straw
the crows, oh ho,
cry cawcaw, cawcaw
that's the only
song they seem to know.

My hat, a sunflower.
Seeds of the standing weeds
take their rest
in its nest
and sprout and root and grow.

Comments about Scarecrow by Morgan Michaels

  • Adeline Foster (6/8/2012 10:33:00 PM)

    And yet you write and feel and compose so well that it is obvious that you are not made of straw. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Tell me it is not too complicated that one cannot understand it.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 3, 2013

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