Corn Stocks and Summer
In the summer corn stocks growGreen tall sharp as a razor
Sweet tastie corn white or yellow
In the rolls grow tall gathered by buckets
On a hot summers day sweaty brows drip
Moist with heat from the day
Corn stocks drape heavy with corn
Waiting to be picked
Ice water needed cools the soul
Bring thoughts to the end of day
Mosquitoes bite the harvest is right
The pick must be today
Minds wonder and want to play
The cool lake ripples
The rope swing twirlers
We dive to the bottom
Washing our heat away
At the end of the day
Supper waits
With the taste of sweet buttered corn on the cob
Only to end with the start of another day
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