Corn In July, High As I
Am Or More, Its Golden Tassels Your
Height, Bright Green Stalks On Left
And Right, Yellow And White Ears
Covered Tight, Glistening In Morning Light.
Country Roads Now Shady Tunnels, Channels
Bordered With Queen Anne-‘s Flowers, Dew
Shimmers In Morning Hours, Deer Clambers -Ë—cross
With Timid Power, Air Humid And Clouds Tower,
Both Foreshadow Summer Showers