Cornfields Poem by Matt Mooney
Cornfields
Rating: ★5.0
This year's maize turns green to yellow,
Ripening by the hour in Healy's fields:
Corn with a continental look,
Growing near the grotto in Killocrim;
Showing off its kilt of summer sheen
To your left and to your right;
Waving acres reaching to the river Feale,
Where philosophical fishermen unwind.
Monday, July 13, 2009
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4/25/2024 8:23:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
‘Where philosophical fishermen unwind.’ ~ Wahoo …fine touchdown…cornfield culminated into down-to-earth with vibe of emotion of ‘born-free’… thanks for sharing … Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10