Thad Hope

I saw old Thad Hope today
while we were driving past his place.
First time I seen him since last autumn.
He was out in his garden, standing tall,
looking good, real good.
Best he has looked in years.
I was happy for him, and I tooted my horn
and waved. “Hey Thad, way to go boy!”
He turned and waved back at me.
My wife was sitting beside me in my pick-up.
She shook her head and looked at me sadly.
“Honey” she said, “that ain’t Thad,
that’s a scarecrow.”

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