The Lonely Scarecrow

Sitting alone on the old bales of hay
The lonely scarecrow quietly wept
As he recalled the years long ago
And all the memories he had kept

The barn once filled with children
Was now quiet as a little mouse
Not even sounds or a sign of life
Were coming from the family house

What happened to the celebrations
They had shared this time of year
Planning parties and the hay rides
As the month of October drew near

Something had to be so very wrong
Or could he no longer be a part
Of the joy of the changing season
As the color of leaves did start

Removing his old shredded straw hat
And scratching his head to wonder
A tear could be seen upon his cheek
As these things his heart did ponder

Where were all the tiny young children
That once enjoyed to laugh and sing
As they rode inside the wooden wagon
And later played upon the old swing

The favorite game bobbing for apples
And jumping in the huge hay loft
Played a big part in the excitement
As they landed in a blanket so soft

Loud voices interrupted his thoughts
And exciting words ' come and see
Look at the scarecrow we did find
And he is just the one we need '

A big smile appeared upon his old face
Knowing he would play a huge part
As children were planning a party
And finding him they now could start

The lonely scarecrow is pure fiction
But some of you may stop and recall
Your celebration as seasons changed
And the colored leaves began to fall

Janie Moser 09/23/06