Last week, as I was driving, I happened to pass a combine cutting corn from a field. It looked for all the world as if the combine was trimming the cornfield's hair! It inspired me to write this poem:
Combine Crewcut
The cornfield got a crewcut
Tall stalks trimmed by combine clippers
Taking some off the sides, the back, the front
Leaving a stubble of stalk stumps.
Except, in one forgotten spot,
A place where two scraggly stalks
Stick up, cowlick straight, toward the sky...
The cornfield got a crewcut
New hairstyle for the fall.
What do you think? Have you ever seen a cornfield, a lawn, or a meadow being mowed? Can you imagine thinking about it like a haircut?
I really like this poem. its very intresting and infoming what you saw.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem...Its very intresting of what yu put and who you wrote it.It made me visualize it .it my head.
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