RAGS and tags of what he was, Topped with straw and stuffed with hay; Balanced tipsily askew, It grins to scare the crows away. I saw @3Him@1 first in that old hat -- It seemed the crown of a king to me. I liked his careless swagger then; Lord! He was straight and fine to see. He courted me in that same coat -- He couldn't meet it now, I guess. That gay vest was the one he wore When I walked bride in my silver dress. He seemed as proud as I, those days. I never dreamed, when we were wed, I'd think the Scarecrow a better man, With a broom for a spine and a pumpkin head. Rags and tags of what he seemed, Mocking me in the field all day. What can I make a scarecrow of, To drive the hungry thoughts away? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES THE MEANING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON THE YANGSTE KIANG by BERTON BRALEY BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'I'LL TELL THEE, DICK, THAT I HAVE BEEN' by PATRICK CAREY |