THERE'S A BIG CORNFIELD BACK BEHIND THE WOODS
ITS QUIET AND THERE'S NO ONE AROUND,
BUT DOWN IN AMONG THE TALL STALKS
THERE'S PLENTY OF LIFE STIRRING ON THE GROUND.

A SMALL COVEY OF LITTLE QUAILS
SOMETIMES THEY ARE ALSO CALLED BOB-WHITE,
THESE LITTLE BABY BIRDS ARE NESTLED
UNDER THE MOTHER'S WING FOR WARMEST DURING THE NIGHT.

TINY LITTLE BUGS, WORMS AND BEETLES ROAM ABOUT
BURIED DEEP AMONG THE ROOTS IN LOOSE DIRT,
THEY HAVE A FEW SMALL TUNNELS GOING EVERYWHERE
DOWN HERE THEY ARE SAFE FROM BEING CAUGHT OR HURT.

A LONG BLACK SNAKE SLITHERS ALONG
HE HAS PLANS OF SOMETHING BAD TO DO,
HE IS ON THE HUNT FOR A NEST
PLANNING ON STEALING AN EGG OR TWO.

AS HE NEARS THE SPOT WHERE SHE SAT
THE MOTHER HEN LETS OUT A FRIGHTENED CRY,
THIS DISTURBED SOME CROWS THAT WERE NIBBLING
ON A COUPLE OF EARS OF CORN NEAR BY.

SO JUST AT THAT MOMENT THE CROWS FLY OVER
LETS OUT A CAW CAW - THIS SCARES THE SNAKE,
HE GOES OFF WITHOUT ANY DINNER
THOSE OLD NOISY CROWS HE DOES HATE !

THE SUN HAS BEEN HOT SHINNING DOWN
THE TASSELS HAVE TURNED BROWN,
THE CORN IS DRYING - ALMOST READY TO PICK
SOME HAVE SHELLED OUT AND ARE LYING ON THE GROUND.

SOME LOOSE KERNELS LIE ON THE GROUND
A LITTLE MOTHER MOUSE ENJOYS A COUPLE OF GRAIN,
SHE IS GATHERING AS MANY AS HER FAT CHEEKS WILL HOLD
THE MUD WILL RUIN THE CORN WHEN IT DOES RAIN.

THE STALKS ARE SLOWING GIVING TO THE WIND
AS WINTER APPROACHES TOWARD THE CROP,
THEY ARE TOSSED ABOUT IN THE STORM
THE SHUCKS ARE TWISTED, BENT AND ABOUT READY TO DROP.

AMONG THE ROWS BRIGHT RED COBS ARE SCATTERED
AFTER A RACCOON HAS EATEN THE CORN DURING THE NIGHT,
THE FARMER WILL FIND WHERE HE HAS BEEN
WHEN HE WALKS THROUGH THE PATCH IN MORNING LIGHT.

A YOUNG BUNNY RABBIT VENTURES INTO THE FIELD
A SNOW SWIRLS AROUND THE FALLEN STALKS,
HE CAN HIDE HERE IN A WHITE WONDERLAND AND BE SAFE
FROM ANY SWOOPING CIRCLING FIERCE HAWKS.

AS YOU TRAVEL BY AND SEE THE LONELY CORNFIELD
DON'T BE UPSET OR EVEN FEEL SAD,
REMEMBER IT IS A HOME FOR MANY WILD CRITTERS
HIDDEN DOWN OUT OF SIGHT, TO FIND THIS SPOT THEY WERE GLAD.


Written...........September 7, 2008
I have always loved the sight of a cornfield. You can just look at
one after the stalks have turned brown, the corn ready to pick,
knowing there is another world busy as can be hidden down in among
the tossed about brown shucks and stalks. Sometimes pumpkins may be
planted among the rows and these have turned bright orange and oh,
all the possibilities they have in store !

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