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The Scarecrow's Dreams

By: Mistress of Word Play

Page 1, For Lucciola\'s Lyrical Challenge. Adapted from Dan Fogelberg\'s song Scarecrow\'s Dream. I included the video and lyrics in this write. He is a very talented performer and writer of songs.

She grew up in the Midwest on a small farm. Her name was Miranda and she hated rural life. There was never anything fun to do and her father, since she was an only child, expected her to acquaint herself with farming. Miranda had no desire to live on a farm much less learn the ins and outs of how to run the farm.
She would spend hours a day walking the fields and daydreaming of one day becoming a famous actress or singer.
Each day Miranda would walk in a different direction until one day she spotted the scarecrow hanging far back at the end of their property. He had seen better days. The clothes he had been dressed in had all but disintegrated over the years. He wore a big hat with a wide brim, a blue flannel shirt, and bib overalls. Miranda giggled when she first spied him hanging lopsided on the pole. She walked over to the dangling straw man and started to straighten him up.
“There now,” she said to the scarecrow, “you look much better.”
She thought for an instant the silly straw man had winked at her but since the sun was shining brightly in her eyes, she decided it was probably an optical illusion. Miranda bid her new friend good-bye and continued on her walk. She mentioned the old scarecrow to her Mom and asked if she might have some of her father’s old clothes to dress him properly.
“So you found my friend did you?” Miranda’s mother asked with a smile.
“The scarecrow was your friend?” Miranda questioned.
“Yes,” her mother replied, “I put him out there one day with your Dad’s help to chase the crows away. He and I go way back. You know he does magic.”
“Magic,” Miranda said laughing, “what kind of magic does he do.”
Miranda’s mother had gathered together an old flannel shirt and a pair of worn out overalls for her daughter. These she placed on the couch and sat down. She patted a spot on the couch next to her bidding Miranda to join her.
“Well it seems that scarecrow gave me everything I ever wanted,” Miranda’s mother said smiling, “you see I have your Dad, I have you, and I have this farm. Couldn’t want for anything more.”
“I gotcha Mom,” Miranda replied, “So your wishes came true.”
Miranda’s mother without hesitation answered, “Yes dear they did.”
The next day Miranda with clothes in hand walked to where the scarecrow waited. She took him down of the pole and discarded the worn out clothing and redressed him with the clothes she had brought with her. After she finished dressing him Miranda placed him back on the pole.
“There,” she said quite pleased with the outcome, “now you look like a descent fellow.”
She sat next to her new friend till well up into the day and finally made her way home. Miranda told him of her dream to be a famous singer and to leave the farm life behind. That night she had the strangest dream. Her friend the scarecrow had come to life and could speak. He danced around her smiling and singing.
“Thank you Miranda,” he exclaimed, “now I will give you your heart’s desire. There is a singing competition this next Saturday, enter it and I guarantee you the prize is yours.”
“Really,” Miranda replied laughing, “Thank you so much it is all I ever wanted.”
The two friends in her dream frolicked and played through the night. When Miranda awoke the next morning over breakfast she told her parents of her plans to enter the singing competition. Miranda’s father looked sternly over his morning newspaper.
“What’s all this nonsense,” he said taking a drink of his coffee.
Miranda’s mother walked over to her daughter and hugged her. She winked at Miranda and poured more milk into Miranda’s glass.
“I think you’ll do just fine,” she said to Miranda, “with a little help.”
Miranda smiled at her mother and nodded her head in an affirmative manner. Somehow her mother knew what she had dreamed of.
The days flew by and Saturday arrived at last. Miranda true to her word did compete and won first prize. First prize just happened to be a recording deal with one of music’s biggest recording studios. Miranda was elated and could not wait to leave the farm and rural life behind. Her fondest wish had come true and she had the scarecrow to thank for it all.
Miranda walked that evening out to visit her straw friend. He was once again hanging askew on his pole. She straightened the scarecrow and then sat down next to him.
“Thank you,” she said tears in her eyes, “for what you did. I will never forget you.”
A gentle breeze rustled the tall grass close to where she was sitting and the straw man swayed slightly. Miranda made her way home and started to pack for her long trip in the morning. She hoped the scarecrow would be okay while she was gone.
Miranda arrived in Atlanta and was immediately captivated by the massive buildings and the people. There were so many places to go and so many things to do. She immersed herself into the big city life and worked hard at achieving her goal of fame. She over several months became a very popular sensation. Everywhere she went there were noises, chaos, and confusion. Reporters, magazine writers, and people from the television industry hounded her day and night. Rural life and obscurity became more and more desirable each day she remained. She dreamed of being in the field once more with her friend the scarecrow. Miranda longed for the peace and serenity she left behind.
One particular night when the hustle and bustle had reached a most undesirable frenzy, Miranda upon arriving at her apartment, fell into a deep sleep. She found herself in the field with the scarecrow singing and dancing with him.
“Have you found your dream?” he asked her, “Are you truly happy?”
“No,” Miranda answered him.
“I have dreams too,” he replied, “but since mine will never come true I grant wishes for others. Hard part is most people don’t know what really matters the most. Just remember Miranda between the worlds of men and make-believe I can be found.”
The field and scarecrow started to drift away and Miranda reached to grab her straw friend’s hand. All too soon he disappeared and Miranda awoke crying softly. As she took her hand to dry the tears, she discovered tiny pieces of straw sticking to her hand.
Miranda went the next day and told her agent she needed some downtime. He of course argued with her telling Miranda she was at the height of her career. Miranda would not budge on the issue and left his office. She caught the first flight home and arrived that evening in a taxi cab. Her mother and father greeted her at the door. Miranda knew her dreams had come true just as her mother’s had. Miranda just had to figure out what she really wanted to wish for.
 Seldom seen
A scarecrow's dream
I hang in the hopes of replacement
Castles tall
I built them all
But I dream that I'm trapped in
the basement.

And if you ever hear me calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and
I can be found.

Plans I've made
A masquerade
Fading in fear of the coming day
Heroes' tales
Like nightingales
Wrestle the wind as they run away.

And if you ever hear them calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-
I can be found.

Garden gate
An empty plate
Waiting for someone to come and fill
Scarecrow's dreams
Like frozen streams
Thirst for the thaw
But they're running still.

And if you ever hear them calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and
I can be found.

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