January Corn Stalks of Wood County
By: Larry E.
Slaughterbeck
Today is a cold and blustery wind
Howls and blows my leaves…
Those warm summer nights,
Now, only a remembrance…
Are gone…
And necessity to grow
And produce.
Is gone…
The Kernels from my ears, all in a row,
To feed the hungry world…
Are gone…
Even the upland hunters of the fields,
And the pheasants, too…
Still I stand erect and all I have..
Till Spring arrives…
When that tractor plows the soil…
And I am gone…
(2013 Poetry Contest, Honorable Mention, Wood County)
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