In fields of golden corn, I wander ‘neath the vast sky, Each stalk a gentle giant, Holding secrets of earth’s sigh. The waves of green ripple, With laughter in the air, Nature’s heart lays open, In her beauty, I find care.
- Amy Lowell
In fields of golden corn, I wander ‘neath the vast sky, Each stalk a gentle giant, Holding secrets of earth’s sigh. The waves of green ripple, With laughter in the air, Nature’s heart lays open, In her beauty, I find care.