Scarecrow
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The Scarecrow
Walter de la Mare
"All winter through I bow my head
Beneath the driving rain;
The wild wind shakes me from the hook
And fixes me again.
I have no home, I have no friend,
I have no food to eat;
But I am brave and I am strong,
And I have no feet.
I see the stars above me shine,
I see the moon so bright;
I watch the world go round and round
Throughout the silent night."