THE SCARECROW

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

The seasons fade into one
as the scarecrow stands all day long
protecting the crops from the hungry crows
they circle the scarecrow and nip at his nose
he waves his arms in time with the breeze
as the crows watch intently from the trees
they wait patiently for the wind to drop
then swoop down to there own little plot
as once again the wind lifts up
the crows shriek and fly on up
as the scarecrow waves his body around
the crows settle without a sound....waiting
till the wind dies down.

(Turkwords)

TURK ;)