A/N: Valentine's Day, post "Chimera"
SCARECROW
Slainte
Tattered Scarecrow loved Dorothy best,
So he protected her, loved her and stood aside.
He was there when she needed him,
Radiating confidence, support and solace.
It was, he thought, his destiny, and his salvation.
What did a scarecrow have to offer one such as Dorothy,
With her vibrancy and brilliance, her beauty and her strength.
A scarecrow full of patches, straw and empty places,
A lifetime of missteps and scars that made his heart ache.
Did scarecrows even deserve a heart, a soul, much less a brain?
A scarecrow, brainless he thought, with only one purpose,
Found so much more. A universe of possibilities and dangers,
A universe where larger purposes moved in mysterious ways.
Scarecrow was given marvelous opportunities, challenges and
Heart felt desires, when fate, in whatever guise, struck back.
Who was he to really believe life would be fair,
A scarecrow to expect Dorothy would chose him,
No matter how loyal or how much he loved.
Life was not fair, nor did the best man (or scarecrow) win.
One did what one's nature demanded.
So he smiled, and wished her well with all his scarecrow heart.
Inside, he felt the chill wind of a lonely future drift through him,
Yet if Dorothy were truly happy it would be enough,
Such was the strength of his love and the conviction of his heart.
Foolish scarecrow, who cared naught for himself and all for her.
Siochain/Peace
2/2004
SCARECROW
Slainte
Tattered Scarecrow loved Dorothy best,
So he protected her, loved her and stood aside.
He was there when she needed him,
Radiating confidence, support and solace.
It was, he thought, his destiny, and his salvation.
What did a scarecrow have to offer one such as Dorothy,
With her vibrancy and brilliance, her beauty and her strength.
A scarecrow full of patches, straw and empty places,
A lifetime of missteps and scars that made his heart ache.
Did scarecrows even deserve a heart, a soul, much less a brain?
A scarecrow, brainless he thought, with only one purpose,
Found so much more. A universe of possibilities and dangers,
A universe where larger purposes moved in mysterious ways.
Scarecrow was given marvelous opportunities, challenges and
Heart felt desires, when fate, in whatever guise, struck back.
Who was he to really believe life would be fair,
A scarecrow to expect Dorothy would chose him,
No matter how loyal or how much he loved.
Life was not fair, nor did the best man (or scarecrow) win.
One did what one's nature demanded.
So he smiled, and wished her well with all his scarecrow heart.
Inside, he felt the chill wind of a lonely future drift through him,
Yet if Dorothy were truly happy it would be enough,
Such was the strength of his love and the conviction of his heart.
Foolish scarecrow, who cared naught for himself and all for her.
Siochain/Peace
2/2004