SKAIRKROWE

I GLIDE ABOVE YOUR SHIELDED BROW
SO DON'T LOOK UP OR YOU WILL SEE ME MOVING IN
OVER GROUND OF SEEDS ANEW
SWOOPING DOWN
TO GET A BETTER VIEW OF YOU
THE MAN OF STRAW

YOU STAND ALONE IN RAGS AND TATTERED CLOTHING
AND WHERE YOU COME FROM NO-ONE SEEMS TO KNOW AT ALL
AND AS DUSKY SKIES APPEAR
A FOX APPROACHES
THINKING "WHAT IS THIS" ?
STANDING OUT IN WIND AND RAIN
"I AM THE GUARDIAN OF THIS LAND"
THE SKAIRKROWE SIGHS
THE MORNING BRINGS THE SUN
AND WITH IT, I WILL ARISE.