Golden Scarecrow

The sun, at that instant, sank behind the hills and the world was grey. The Scarecrow, perched on the high ridge, waved its tattered sleeves in the air. It was an old tin can that had caught the light; the can hanging over the stake that supported it in drunken fashion seemed to wink at them. The shadows came streaming up from the sea and the dark woods below in the hollow drew closer to them. The Scarecrow seemed to lament the departure of the light. "Here, mind," he said to the two of them, "you saw me in my glory just now and don't you forget it. . . ." Perhaps, after all, the Scarecrow "is" shining somewhere in golden armor. . . .Walpole, Hugh is the author of 'Golden Scarecrow ', published 2007 under ISBN 9781421832524 and ISBN 1421832526.