Now the farmers have cut the tall corn
in their far-stretching fields,
And again I can see the distant forest,
the sky-high trees.
How can a stalk of corn
block a pine grove from my sight?
It's both silly and terrifying.
What else am I missing
for a dead stalk of corn
that will be gone tomorrow?
Bayboro, NC
Sept. 27, 2015
4 comments:
Poetry from the farm! Now that the corn is harvested, your view is broadened. Enjoy the forest! :)
Nicely penned, M.K.!
Sending you love, sweets. :)
Well done!
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