To the scarecrow

[inspired by howl's moving castle]

I found you in a hedgerow, looking mighty tattered

I found you in a hedgerow looking tired and worn

Turnip head was wilted, straw filthy and matted

Wooden spine was broken, burlap clothing torn

I set you right as best I could and let you know I loved you

I set you right as best I could before I walked away

You stood a little straighter in the slanting autumn sunshine

A shaggy, battered figure on a chilly, sunny day.

I think of you just sometimes while down these roads I ramble

Ambulating leisurely, not keeping any time

I took your memory, the color of your eyes, your crooked smile

I think of that just when I stop to look at what's behind