Although I am made of stuffing and straw
And sit motionless in sun and rain,
Although I cannot speak a word and
Will eventually deteriorate, still I live.
Although I have rags for clothes, and
Wear a sewn-on smile and nose,
Although I have cornhusks for my limbs
And buttons for my eyes, still I live.
I know you look at me and laughingly say,
“Why, you’re just a silly decoration.”
But you are wrong, I am so much more
Than just a silly scarecrow;
For I live in memories and imagination.
Although I may sit motionless, still I live.
I bring warm smiles, adding color to life.
I capture little boys’ and girls’ attention.
I help neighbors strike up conversation.
Although I have a straw heart, still I live.
Makes me think of Dorothy, in The Wizard Of Oz, saying goodbye to the scarecrow, who she says she'll miss most of all....Thanks for the memory stored away in the cornfield of my thoughts...PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so unique, inspires me to write one on scarecrow.