The Lonely Scarecrow 

They said I was a scarecrow

with my straw like straggles and

untamed wild locks. They said

I had fleas and pulled my hair.

.

They said I was a scarecrow

dressed in my hand down clothes

and rummaged jumble sale gear.

I was out of date and style.

.

They said I was a scarecrow

with my stupid head of straw.

They could not process the thought

that others think differently.

.

I am a lonely scarecrow

standing in creative flair,

at one with nature and

my happy intelligence.

.

©Jacqui Slade

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