Saw a sight the other day,
Broke my heart I'll have to say.
Blue jeans, boots, and red head band,
Work for food sign in his hand.

Thumbs up asking for a ride,
Carpet bag was by his side.
Mangy pup slept at his feet
Sorrowful site for all to meet.

Urban scarecrow needs a lift.
Homeless wanderer life's a drift.
All he owns is on his back,
From town to town he seems to lack

Some place safe to lay his head
Can't help wondering, where's his bed?
Near a guard rail by the road,
Seems to have a heavy load.

Urban scarecrow standing there,
Blank expression matted hair.
Clutched a sign Texas or bust,
And my heart says...do I trust?

But my mind says don't you dare,
So I'm off without a care.
Blue jeans, boots, and red head band,
Headed off to no where land.

There but for the grace of God,
Is the path I might have trod.
Home of the brave, land of the free.
There but for God's grace goes me.

© 2006 by Dot McGinnis