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