In Fall, with loved ones, the sweet feast of corn.
A stern labor completed, with hands well worn.
Remembering back, priceless days shared.
A friend, a brother, and fresh country air.
We planted each seed, in Spring, row by row.
Hoping, and praying, each kernel would grow.
Returning each week, eyes wide with anticipation.
A miracle from God, "the plants' germination!"
We nurtured, and watered, and fed each line.
Then measured the height, always against time.
The plants ankle high, they continued to grow.
We thoughtfully protected them, with shovel and hoe.
The weeds they attacked, as they so often do.
The ugly vines surrounding, that we consistently slew.
From the knee, to the waist, then to shoulder high!
The corn it blossomed, stalks swayed in the sky!
Lessons learned forever, through weeks of toil.
Side by side, as we worked the farm's soil!
And so, we thanked God! For a blessed crop done well!
Rejoicing in the harvest, and friendship that swelled!
DEDICATED TO MY DEAREST OF FRIENDS MENLO GREER.