Ode to Corn: a Sonnet -Sarah Greene (Ashland, NE/Brooklyn, NY)
Today we walk along with marching stalks
And hear the lonely passage of the trains,
While up above the floating clouds and flocks
Look down on fields which we no longer claim.
The constant motion of our lives and time
Slow down as if in dreaming we both watch
Our father and his lab through fallen corn
Traipse to glimpse the pheasants, quail, and hawks
While gathering grain for coming winter storms.
Both town girls now, we see the farmers toil
And mourn lost days on our Nebraska soil.