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Original poem written for Revision Library.
1 Old Tom Pargeter built me from a broom,
2 a flour sack for skin, a turnip face,
3 and stood me up against the harvest sky
4 to keep the starlings from his father's place.
5 I do not eat, I do not sleep, I stand,
6 my arms flung wide like wings that cannot fold,
7 and watch the wheat turn green, then gold, then gone,
8 and watch the seasons turning, turning, told.
9 The crows once feared me, wheeling overhead,
10 but now they perch upon my ragged sleeve
11 and pluck the straw from where my heart should be,
12 as if they understand I cannot grieve.
13 Young Tom has grown; his boots no longer fit
14 the prints they left the day he set me here.
15 He waves sometimes, from further down the lane,
16 a stranger now, though once he held me dear.
17 I thought that standing still would keep me safe,
18 that time forgot the field where I stayed true,
19 but rust has crept along my broomstick spine
20 and half my buttons dropped from where they grew.
21 The frost arrives, soft, silent, slow and strange,
22 and dusts my sacking shoulders thin with white;
23 I creak against the wind that strips the field,
24 a lonely sentinel against the light.
25 Come spring, they say, they'll build another me,
26 fresh straw, a newer coat, a face unlined,
27 and prop him where I fall, to guard the corn,
28 as if a scarecrow's purpose were assigned.
29 Yet still I stand, until my stitching goes,
30 a faithful scarecrow, patient in the field,
31 keeping the emptied furrows through the frost,
32 long after every ripened ear is sealed.