Scarecrows, Snowmen and Dreamers

[couchgrouch]

Scarecrows, Snowmen and DreamersIt was my job ev'ry Springtimeto make a new scarecrow for the farmI'd crown him with this old Stetsonthen play him tunes on my guitarpractice weekends and watch May swallowssteal hay and nest in the sunshinewhen the straw from my poor scarecrowwas a nest that hatched only timeand I remember one bad harvestfloods took the crops and times got hardthe hat was all that scarecrow leftDad hadda pawn my guitara scarecrow's life is simplejust ponder all he seestime is short and the wisest courseis don't be afraid of how fragile he's madeand the wind will leave him at peacesoon in the cold of wintersnow flew with soft cotton wingsI put that Stetson on a snowmanand wished for my old six-stringhe stared at the eastern skylineand my heart wondered what he sawwas my vision any more certainwere my dreams just water and strawone morning he just meltedleaving two pebbles and a hatthen harvest went well in Autumnand Dad bought my Gibson backa snowman's life is simplejust ponder all he seestime is short and the wisest courseis don't be afraid of how fragile he's madeand the sun will leave him at peacemy dreams may end up meltingI could've stayed and just sowed sweat but when I left for Austin that daythat scarecrow's hat was on my headnow, I'm still in depots and tavernsplaying for drunks with stony eyesbut it matters more I keep dreamingthan if they're realizedcos without them we're just shadowsstepping without wings from our shellsscarecrows perish when they scatterbut dreamers can rebuild themselvesa dreamer's life is simplejust ponder all he seestime is short and the wisest courseis don't be afraid of how fragile he's madeand his song will leave him at peace(c)2005 Robert George