I was wandering through the corn rows,
watching crows,
while my thoughts swam
like little corn snakes
wriggling between the stalks.
.
Stumbling out onto a dirt road,
i tripped into a ditch,
and sat awhile
to watch cream puff clouds crawl
across the sky sea.
.
You drove up in a Jeep with the top down.
Restless as a minnow at sunset,
i asked you for a lift.
i was not ready to climb in,
so i skipped alongside
while you cruised nearby –
for weeks.
.
Being mysterious got boring,
so I swung up onto the running board.
Dried mud,
pot holes,
divets,
tufty grass,
gravel,
and my chattering colloquy,
made for choppy conditions.
.
Should I turn back,
jump out,
take the wheel?
The engine sputtered like air in a faucet,
as the road smoothed,
tires falling… thud,
into two straight furrows,
and you loosened your hands on the wheel.
.
Foot on the pedal,
down shift,
low growl of the engine,
dusty wake,
picking up speed,
airborne between the waves,
i fell asleep,
trusting you and the road –
not to run out.
.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: Cornfield and Sky
Have you done much cornfield driving?
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Only in relatively small fields in CT. I love corn mazes and used to work on a farm for 4 years in summers. I have enough experience to write a poem I suppose.
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Only in relatively small fields in CT. I love corn mazes and used to work on a farm for 4 years in summers. I have enough experience to write a poem, I suppose.
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Fun to be amongst the tall plants. Out here in the midwest, there are oceans of fields with narrow gravel roads in between. The corn is twice as tall as any cars. You must be careful coming to intersections.
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Our corn is that tall too but we have hills which give a better view of the area. Corn mazes are another story, but sometimes it can be fun to get lost!
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Where I grew up, there were no hills. All the farms were flat. We didn’t do mazes. But, we would wander out into a field always keeping an eye on the tall cottonwood by the barn.
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I have been in the middle of cornfields too. There is an unique feel to it. I am really short, so landmarks are not easy!
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Here is a typical flat fields view not far from my boyhood home. The corn here is not nearly full grown. http://bit.ly/2qf1LMe
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Wow…crossroads seem to be the theme for the past few days. My son just learned the song on guitar. It’s so flat with such big sky!
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Much of Iowa is not that flat but gently rolling hills.
Is that Crossroads by Robert Johnson? I especially love the version by Eric Clapton. I enjoy playing along with it when it pops up on Pandora. Tell your son he made a good choice.
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My son likes Robert Johnson. He does have cool musical taste for a 15 year old today.
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This poem is for me, God’s persistent invitation to Love.
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Yes, the Creator is that Force of Unconditional Love that we are constantly invited to grow with and to bring into this world. What is your first name?
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Amaya
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How beautiful! Wonderful to have met you.
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