The Scarecrow

I'm awoken from sleep, and I start to remember

There's a smell in the air that means it's September.

The field is awaiting and so are the crows,

Though I doubt I can scare them in these ragged clothes.

Autumn approaches but you know, after all,

I have never been a great lover of Fall.

The crows bore me to tears and the corn does too

And it grows so tall that it blocks my view.

I can't see the bonfires that are roaring nearby 

Or the children as they throw leaves in the sky. 

And I just wish I could taste that smell in the air 

Of the apple and pumpkin pies being prepared.

Though there's nothing quite like an October sun rise

It does wake up the crows and get in my eyes.

It is a great pleasure to feel the crisp breeze 

And watch the leaves twirl as they fall from the trees.

And there are I suppose lovely colors displayed  

on calm quiet evenings of still Autumn days.

There are some Fall  things that aren't bad I confess,

But a scarecrow's opinion isn't the best.

If the crows weren't so dull and the corn weren't so tall

I think I could actually learn to love Fall. 

Written by: Yours Truly. ;)

Our childhood scarecrow who almost always makes his Autumn debut. "Jack the Haystack" has been around since before I can remember and he was always a necessity to bringing on the season.

The rather old picture was stolen from my Mom, Lisa Davis. Thanks Mom. ;)