A Taste of Country

I have memories of this

A childhood spent here

Two corn-silk haired little imps

Sneaking beyond the gate

Small hands lifting the latch

Laughing on little feet

Delightful deviousness

During a game of hide and seek

And the corn stalks

Stood taller than my crown

We played in the rows

Jumping back and forth

Grabbing cobs from the green

Peeling back the husk and golden silk

And tasting the unripe corn

The kernels bursting in our mouths

And we were lost

Ever so quickly

And as the yellow sun set we grew afraid

Older you took my hand

And picked a random row

Walking toward nowhere

And when we reached the end

We sheepishly followed our feet back home

Golden haired children with gravel in our soles

I remember this place

Image: CCO

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