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

dole

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the dole run out
so mama gone to pray
twenty-third night


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