The figure standing in the field
Was OMINOUS...that day.
His presence threatened ALL who saw....
(The children, at their play.)
He seemed content...and listless,
His duty...but to stare.
This gaunt, unnerving...SOMETHING....
Just idly standing there.
I'd seen his likeness all around,
But NEVER on OUR place.
And like his ragged brethren
You couldn't see his face.
His clothes were torn and sloppy,
They ruffled in the wind.
Though he seemed poor and needy....
He wouldn't be MY friend!
I took a brief and troubled look
Before I went inside.
If he came any closer
I knew I'd have to hide.
Then...Pa came in a' grinning,
(His pleasure...unconcealed.)
"Hey, boy, ya see that scarecrow
I set up in the field?"
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