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I Am The Scarecrow

from CrowLore by The Crows Of Albion

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I Am The Scarecrow

I am the scarecrow.
Hanging from this wooden frame,
a skeleton of twisted wood
that creaks and groans in pain
at the ravages of age.
The ice-cold cleansing rain
trickles through my straw flesh
bringing chills to every vein

I am the scarecrow.
With my sack-cloth head
full of sawdust ideas
and a mouth that’s never fed
My eyes stitched tight
My brain and heart dead
The stumbling dragged footprints
Mark the places that I tread

I am the scarecrow.
Where bits of me show
through tattered clothes
bought an age ago,
exposing beetle scrabble heart
where worm-slithers grow
amid the daily combatants
of rain and sun and snow

I am the scarecrow.
Stoically standing here,
slumped upon a wooden cross,
age crucified, in tears.
I only have a brain
that works its traitor fear
‘could I be young again,
Could eternity be near?’

I am the scarecrow.
In a field of summer corn
the crows are not afraid
for they look on me with scorn
and I do not have the heart
to scare the black-winged spawn.
I just stand and face the sunset
and pray for another dawn

I am the scarecrow…
am the scarecrow…
the scarecrow…
scarecrow…
crow….

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from CrowLore, released January 1, 2021

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