The mud is thick, the clouds are grey,
Alone I stand here, in dismay.
For months I will wait, without any friends,
Standing on duty, ”til harvest ends.
But wait. What’s that I see in the soil?
There are tiny plants beginning to coil
Upwards and outwards, reaching up to the sun,
Their journey has started, the crops have begun.
It’s summer now and the Barley is high,
Iv’e been really busy, scaring birds to the sky,
But alas, here I am, not one single friend.
I was feeling quite sad and unloved. But then…
…Below, at my feet, I heard a small whisper.
“Hey you up there! Hey look at me Mister!”
Well, wouldn’t you know it, staring up from the Barley,
Was a wee little field mouse, “Hello, my name’s Marley.”
“Hi there Marley” I smiled with glee.
“Why don’t you come up here and talk to me?
The weather is changing. That’s what I have been told.
Would you like shelter? Away from the cold?”
The little mouse smiled and came to depend
On the kind, caring scarecrow; his new found friend.
And even today the two are together,
Friends ”til the end, Forever and ever
