What The Scarecrow Said
The dim-winged spirits of the night
Do fear and serve me well.
They creep from out the hedges of
The garden where I dwell.
I wave my arms across the walk.
The troops obey the sign,
And bring me shimmering shadow-robes
And cups of cow-slip wine.
Then dig a treasure called the moon,
A very precious thing,
And keep it in the air for me
Because I am a King.
--Vachel Lindsay.
2 comments:
You seem to enjoy revisiting the scarecrow at Halloween-time. I like the graphic, too.
A nice union of verse and image! When are you going to address the "Corn Ghost"?
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