“The Scarecrow,” Friend, Oct. 1986, 22
The Scarecrow
He is a limp and tattered knight,
weary from the summer’s war,
worn by beating sun and rain
and West Wind’s howl and roar.
Decorated with patches of calico
that will fade in the early snows,
he stands his ground so lone and brave
a stalwart lord of the crows.