The dancing farmer
(Inspired by Candy)
The dancing farmer was out in the field,
She was making hay whilst the sun shined.
With a scythe she cut the lush green grass ,
For it was her task that she had been assigned.
With her two pronged hay fork she went a turning,
To dry it equally on both sides.
She danced and sang as she toiled away,
She was happy, and besides.
It was an important task and this she knew,
For the animals they all needed to be fed.
She had much to do before her day was done,
And she could fall back into her bed.
From heavy to light, and from dark to light,
The grass turned into hay.
Thin and wispy, and dry and firm,
Then she smiled and said “I say”.
What a fine job I have done indeed,
And what a pleasure to behold.
The green lush grass has now changed its hue,
And is now a beautiful gold.
~~
The scarecrow and the crow!
(Inspired by Jimmy)
The scarecrow said to the crow,
For years I have stood in this field.
I have watched you come and go,
And to fear you do not yield.
Why do I not scare you?,
After all I am indeed a scarecrow!
But you sit perched upon my shoulder,
I wonder how this can be so?
With it’s black beady eyes,
The crow it looked around.
And then a loud caw, caw, caw,
Was the only sound.
Cannot you speak to me crow?
I bet you have tales to tell.
I have watched you fly off over yonder,
Over the church tower with it’s bell.
Out of sight you go,
To where I do not know.
And me, I’m rooted to the spot,
Do you not pity this poor scarecrow?
Who lives out his days,
With an unchanging view.
O’ little crow,
How I wish I was you.
But you do not even fear me,
And how you peck at my straw.
Do you have no shame?
But you only answer with a caw!
Fly away and leave me to my sorrow,
Let me lament and wail.
I cannot even scare you,
At my purpose I do fail.
So leave me be and fly away,
Do not come back again.
You only cause me sorrow,
And unbearable tormenting pain.
Be gone for now and for ever,
Just leave me to my woe.
As I stay rooted to my spot,
And watch the seasons come and go.
~~
Eric Fairman is a local poet born in Reading, who has been writing prolifically for the last several years and who also performs locally at open mics and art centres, including South Street Poets’ Café and Dreading Slam at the Rising Sun Arts Centre. He loves writing and performing with a passion.
