I remember, there was a Scarecrow
Standing bravely in the snow,
Fending off and scaring the pests,
In a barely fertile field of berries,
Always visited under the pink sky,
By a beautiful nightingale, and a bunch of fairies
The nightingale used to sing to him,
The melodies of melancholy and of merry,
He used to sway in the blowing wind,
Dancing like in a turbulent sea, a ferry
The magic of the pink sky,
Fuelled their love, with its wonderful glow
Indeed, it was a long time ago
I remember, there was a Scarecrow
Standing barely in the snow,
Standing bravely in the snow.
– 9 August 2010
twotejavu 