simon armatage - from the middle distance
From the Middle Distance
I am found out
Down south, holes pecked out for eyes and a mouth
A scarecrow planted in a true square mile
Of fallow ground
Who set me up,
Hammered this stake from the nape of my neck
To my left foot down through the hips and ribs?
I think you did
And the broomstick
You cued it through the cuffs and sleeves, then lashed
The upright to the crosspiece at the heart,
Then tied the hands
That's how I stand
And the blackbirds hang, waiting to feed
From the one tall thing in the flat of the land
Well here I am.
By Simon Armitage
its not soppy but it has themes of constancey and taking chances.