The Scarecrow

Telephone army
Firing down the pylon wire
Straddling barley
Holding to the stolid spire
Shall we leave a light on?
Something for the straw-haired lad
We coloured him in crayon
Fashioned everything he had
Only last summer
Caught up in a sudden storm
Running for cover
Mr Straw brought me home
All he ever wanted
Was to know another him
Loneliness like it
Never I knew again
So the tale runs on
Carving out an open road
Looking for someone
Someone whose seams were sewed
O'er the land travelled
On as the thought did grow
A dawning that baffled
Ours was the last scarecrow
Now a homecoming
Bearing an empty hand
Never a loving
Was to be shown our man
How will I forget him?
Staring, his face so blue
A soul designed only
One no other ever knew