Poetry 2

Thanks guys, for your kind comments..
Here's one inspired by Stephanie's scarecrow tour :)

Picture by Tony Tooth

Ye ol’ scarecrow

‘Ere i stand, far from grand, me shirt stuffed full o’ straw,
an old oat sack, for an ‘ed, me coat -the farmers he once wore.

A rickety stick is what ‘olds me up, tied by lace from some old boot,
an’ in me pockets you’ll only find, things the crows won’t even loot.

I’m in no doubt, that i got nought, was only made to scare the crows,
so ‘ere i stand, lookin over land, keepin’ guard to all that grows.

Sodden beneath the endless rain, the wind it breaks me stitch,
and with me arms fixed out at either side, i can’t even bend to scratch an itch.

So I ‘ope someday, in some small way, I’ll be thanked for what I do,
for without me ‘ere, it’s pretty clear, there’d be no bread for folks to chew.

And so one sad day, when i ’s a pile of hay, restin in the big ol’ loft above,
an’ you’re noshin’ ya toast, from some thick-cut loaf, try to think of me with love.

Cause it’s no mean feat, to stay on ya feet, come wind or rain or snow,
just so another man, can ‘av his bran, thanks to me, ye old scarecrow!

http://www.picturesofengland.com/user/Steph1J/tour/Scarecrows