Angela composed this poem especially for the Scarecrows' Supper that marked the conclusion of our trail. She read it at our after dinner entertainment. It is truly inspired! Thank you Angela for allowing me to share it with my readers.
The Trail
By Angela Bowen
Number 1
was at the Church
A
bellringer, who didn’t ring bells.
Number 2
was a witch on a broomstick
And she
wasn’t making any spells.
Number 3
was a mum and a Dad
And Mum was
wearing pink shoes.
And then I
walked to Church lane
To see
loads of Scarecrow Statues.
A
footballer and a guinea pig
And a dog
with a shiny handbag,
Number 4,
it was wearing a dress.
Was that
dog supposed to be in drag?
Number 5
was the Scarecrow of Liberty,
Made by an
American I’ve no doubt,
Holding a
rake and a watering can,
And with
white sheets blowing about.
Number 6
had one wooden leg,
And Number
7 was Kermit in green.
Then I made
a wish at Number 8.
I wished
that it wouldn’t rain.
More Tea
Vicar was Number 9.
He didn’t
look like our Dave Bell.
Now what
were they talking about?
I’m sure
neither of them will tell.
Superman
was guarding his house,
And then
Woody was at the Woodyard.
Number 12
was down near the Green,
He was
Hagrid the giant Wizard.
I remember
spotty boots and an umbrella,
Then a
Guide in her uniform blue,
And
Cinderella in shabbyish clothes.
I hope she
goes to the Ball, don’t you?
Number 16
was 3 scarecrows
I’d seen
them at Church or on the blog.
Then the
witch with the pointed nose,
I hope she
won’t turn me into a frog.
Number 18
had plenty of humour,
A lazy chap
in a very loud shirt
And someone
stuck down a hole,
And a
wheelbarrow full of some dirt.
Ere Wiggo
was Number 19,
That hero
with a flag on is bike.
Then a
pirate wielding a sword
And mini ‘G’
I couldn’t help but like.
Two
characters from Lord of the Rings
Form a film
that I know I have seen.
Then down
to Pinks Close where Pinky
Had
obviously done some shopping.
Then I was
a parachutist way up high,
Then a
child who was clearly at play,
Oh, and
those magnificent straw horses
Neither of
them were heard to neigh.
There was
Noah with his Art
And a
mermaid with some fishy scales
And
another, who’d had so much to drink
Too drunk
to tell any tales.
Number 30
was crossing his legs,
And as I
walked into London Road
Where
Harlequin was juggling with balls,
Over 150
diamonds had been sewed.
Three
children were in a car,
And
Bradwell Road was now in sight.
Blackbeard,
and then Miss Muppet
Complete
with spider, who’d given her a fright.
There were
many at Loughton School,
Most of
them tied to a tree.
A Brownie
sat by her campfire.
Everyone
has been so busy.
A knight in
his tinfoil armour
Straddled
the hedge with his horse.
Then on to
Cavendish House,
The
gardener was Alan Titchmarsh, of course.
Sunflowers
and a tennis racquet
Were items
on Clyde in Paynes Drive.
And then
Keyne was an office worker,
I loved the
train by his side.
Loughton
First School had Woody and Jessie
And a
family all about the Climate.
Then 46 was
litter clearing,
A job I’m
sure we’d all hate.
A splendid
robot I saw in the Meadway,
There was
straw sprouting from many a joint.
Then the
scarecrow reading a paper,
He liked
birds, so what was the point?
A decorator
was Number 49
Number 50
was a chef on a break.
51 was that
lovely Scarecow
Wearing a
pinny, for decency’s sake.
A gardener
at manor Cottage
With his
plants and a fork, was Brian.
Then Pool
House with his red and black kit on,
And the head and the face of a lion.
Number 54
was rally quite apt,
With a
teacher outside of School House.
Then a
woman reclined in her bed,
There for
B&B at Beech House.
Harry
Potter was in the Graveyard
Along with
scouts who were by a campfire.
And a Priest
with his bow but no arrow,
And now a
cup of tea was all I desired.
It’s been
great on the Scarecrow trail,
I’ve
entered roads where I’ve never been.
I’ve met
people and enjoyed conversations,
Oh, I do
hope they’ll hold one again!
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