The Scarecrow

- Daisy Gold

I love the part in FotR where the hobbits cross the cornfield.
This is a little poem I made for the old scarecrow who played a very, very minor part in PJ's film.


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Out of a misty world
The sun was rising red.
In a ripening cornfield
The scarecrow raised his head.
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With a cold discernment,
His eyes surveyed the land,
A patchwork of autumn
In gold and amber bands.
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The breeze gently tickled
His old weathered face.
Beyond the world was changing
But not this peaceful place.
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On that autumn morning
Two solemn hobbits roamed
Through sheaves tall and golden,
Wandering far from home.
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He listened to their worries,
Though they were unaware,
He listened in silence
And found he really cared.
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One took a last look back
Down the road blessed in sun,
Perhaps to say farewell,
Then faced the road to come.