Rows of Corn

Posted on May 9, 2008 by Don Iannone

Plump golden sweet corn
Impatient as a clown’s nervous smile
Rebelling against the bluebonnet sky

Marching in place in long fingered rows
Growing, in once fallow fields
by the babbling brook
wandering through the cool green valley

Aimless wildflowers dawdle through late May
Awaiting the corn, sun, and
the long anticipated summer
Then all dance as one dream

7 thoughts on “Rows of Corn”

diannone on May 11, 2008 at 6:42 am said:

Polona: Thank you. Corn is not something I write about often, but seemed like it deserved its own poem. Of course, if you are a farmer in Iowa, corn is poetic; even corny!
diannone on May 11, 2008 at 6:41 am said:

Aurora: Thanks. Good way to describe it.
polona on May 10, 2008 at 12:49 pm said:

beautiful imagery here…
aurora on May 10, 2008 at 11:17 am said:

Sensory rich, Don!
Dan on May 10, 2008 at 11:02 am said:

Another good one, and I don’t think you’ll ever run out of things to make poems out of…
diannone on May 10, 2008 at 6:28 am said:

Borut: Thanks. I guess I’m running out of things to write poems about. LOL.
borut on May 10, 2008 at 3:05 am said:

You sure know how to turn cornfields into poetry! 🙂

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