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THE SCARECROW MAN
When upon a night in autumn, the periwinkles die And pumpkins sport faces askew and frost captures the sky; When little human creatures steal about in dark and dim, It's then those lost spirits wake to Halloween again.
In Lincoln County folks still say that in vacant corn fields The scarecrows that once stood so calm awake and click their heels. They hop down from those long poles and dance into the night Then all head for the Troy courthouse, each one an awesome fright.
There they congregate and wail a most God awful tune Then circle left then right around in light cast by the moon. They try their best to conger forth such spirits as they may To extend their Halloween at least another day.
But come daybreak above the town where they have their fun, The old courthouse stands stoically before the rising sun. Now back in fields, they'll plan and scheme their next get together And how it might last twice as long or maybe last forever.
So the next scarecrow that you see just hanging on a post, Examine him quite carefully as you would a ghost. Peer into those lifeless eyes and feel his bony hand But¼be set to run if you should hear groans from the scarecrow man.
~Robert E. Browne~
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