Strawman
Like a straw man just hanging around
Watching the field never making a sound
Crows a dancing round my head
Looking scary but wish they'd of gave me a voice instead
Hanging there watching the world go by
As the sun floats across the sky
I may be stuffed with straw
But out here I'm the law
Watching over this corn
I'm ragged and my clothes are worn
Hanging around here leaves me without much to do
Hoping the sky stays blue
While I'm dreaming of things I want to see
All the things I long to be.
People in love passing me by
Nobody sees me cry
My lonely stuffed heart
Slowly breaks apart
No one to hold my straw hand
No one that can understand
Straw hearts get lonely too
The farmer needs to be a friend that's true
Build somebody new
A straw lady just for me.
Then so happy I'd be
Our straw hearts will beat as one
Hanging together there in the sun
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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