more poems about corn

prayers for rain -
the church league's corn boil
won't be held this year







the tall corn's shadow
cast across the grave yard --
Autumn is coming

strong stalks of ripened corn

silk entwined in red and yellow
long uneven rows

bright beside a winding road 

turned gray in constant drizzle

Road Trip (revisited)

between rumble-strips
and wild flowers -
two lane blacktop





mist from the hills -
where floodplain meets sky,
ripples blur the grey




Cannon, Whitewater,
Zumbro, Trout -
the place where the river widens





prayers for rain -
the church league's corn boil
won't be held this year





Route 66 -
a flyspecked whitewash
on the wayside rest






Sunday's summer sunset -
another small town
closes all its doors



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