HAVE A HEART
This is the beginning of a brand new day.
I'll hang in this cornfield to chase the crows away.
My job is in this field, in this field of corn.
I've been hanging 'round since the day that I was "born".
I'm getting sad though, being all alone.
The farmers come to plant and weed, then they all go home.
A friendly voice I'd like to hear, instead of an ugly caw.
But, no one seems to notice me, I'm just a man of straw.
I stand here in the wind, in the snow and rain.
They don't think it bothers me, because I have no "brain".
I'm made of straw and wire and rags, each is just a part.
But, now and then, once in a while, I feel I have a "heart".
Made by the beauty of the sunset, strength of all the trees,
Fragrance of the flowers, and gentleness of the breeze.
"Mother Nature" blessed it, and sprinkled it with love,
Then delivered it with starlight that twinkled from above.
I wish that I could make the people everywhere
See what they are doing to our water, land and air.
But, hang here in this cornfield is all that I can do,
And see how with each passing year the skies are not so blue.
Every year the trees are less, and wildlife is dying.
Someday I know the birds no longer will be flying.
When I see what is happening to each river, stream or lake,
I almost seem to feel a tear and my "heart" begins to break.
Because, someday there won't be fields, or crows to fly and caw,
And without the fields, there won't be farmers.....
....Or men made out of straw.
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