A22—Lancastw Farming, Saturday, Auguat 18,1984 It’s been a year for ‘Canyons of Corn 9 Hope and prayer, abundant rain, BYDICK ANGLESTEIN The past three months quickly have slipped by Since with hope, faith and prayer the fields were born; To grow into tasseled fingers reaching to the sky To form large, rolling and undulating canyons of corn. The tall leafy sentinels all stand in a perfect row Offering a silent, majestic greeting early in the morn; As we jump into the tractor cab so eager to go And move out through our ear-laden canyons of corn. Last year, each plant resembled a stunted, dwarfed midget So shockingly drooped, dried out and forlorn; As forgotten stewards we could only ner vously fidget And hope for a coming year of canyons of corn Exactly one year ago, the sun-parched dead leaves Were bone-dry. wind-tattered and torn; But this year the wavy green sea weaves Our long and winding canyons of corn. Last year, both our patience and purse Were frayed, empty and deeply worn; The yields of puny ears were slight and terse As compared to this year’s canyons of corn. Soon, as autumn’s winds begin to sharply blow And, it’s time for the fields to be shorn To mix stubble with winter’s fluffy, white snow As silent witness to our canyons of corn. On high, billowy and fleecy clouds, milky and trim Form a pure white canpoy meant to adorn And memorialize our heart-felt thanks to Him For providing our much-needed canyons of and His blessing bring Canyons of Corn
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