This is my little scarecrow who stands guard in my garden. He isn't very fierce and I don't think he scares anyone..my cat loved to lay out near him.
Below is a poem about a scarecrow man who might be a bit more scary!! I always feel like his eyes are watching me.
Last night, alone, he saw the rising moon
set silver fires among his stalks of corn
and watched the tassels burn like candlewicks.
At dawn he saw the noisy crows return.
They know him for a friend, this man of sticks
in boots that dangle just above the dirt,
the handle of a rake shoved through his shirt.
On summer days when grass around him sways
like wave that follows wave upon the ocean,
I've seen him shake, a dancer on a stake,
as if he feels a music in the motion.
And once I saw his round astonished eyes
observe with more than painted-on surprise
a black snake flow like water down a hole,
and heard him sing upon his wooden pole.
Another of our most loved scarecrows turns up every year at this time He is the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz ...he is still looking for a brain.
Do you have a scarecrow in your yard? It's that time of year to stuff and old shirt and pair of dad's pants and then put a big pumpkin on it for his head. What fun our kids use to have.