Summer Corn
Tell me again about your farm
Idyll from your childhood dream
Where cows low in the sunny fields
And black sheep have three bags of wool.
And ducks swim in the shallow pond
And chickens lay their eggs again.
Tell me about the barnyard cat
And the fat mice in the grain.
Tell me about the farmhouse where
You and daddy and I eat our dinner
And if we finish our corn on the cob
Later we can have some pie.
So beautiful that when you woke
You cried bitterly for your beautiful farm.
I’m crying too, because I know
What it is like to lose a dream.
© Stacie Ferrante
3-31-09
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