Mister Scarecrow

My grandmother’s crocheted scarecrow

Is with me now. 

His faded red hat lays on his head,

With soft yellow yarn for hair 

His hat covers his eyes

A mouse stuck in the back of the hat. 

He takes me back to that wonderful place

Memories of a different time long ago

Playing in the large stairwell from the basement

That is now charred with ash, 

Laying under another house I have never known

Now I take off that hat he bears

And take a look into his eyes

Bright blue, never moving. 

And suddenly I’m back at that house

The one that no longer exists 

The fireplace winking at me saying,

“I’ve missed you, where have you been?”

Now I take off that hat he bears

And take a look into his eyes

Bright blue, never moving. 

And suddenly I’m back at that house

The one that no longer exists 

The fireplace winking at me saying,

“I’ve missed you, where have you been?”