I grew up within a block of a corn field on the east end of Springfield. Nearly every weekend of those years we’d visit the relatives on their farm outside Beardstown; over the potholes and through the corn, to grandmother’s house we’d go, with me entranced by the corn rows, like the spokes of a […]
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farmer letter poem #16
farmer letter poem #16 thursday we had the universitydown harvesting their corn yieldtest plots then yesterday we madesixty-five cows happy by tellingthem the extent of their pregnancy ©2013 Jacqueline Jackson
It’s not the heat, it’s the corn
Here it is July again, and the General Assembly still hasn’t done anything about summer. Summers in the Midwest have never been pleasant, unless you own stock in a water park, but lately they have gotten worse – not just more unpleasant but more unpleasant in ominous ways. Windstorms have become so common that people […]
