picture the corn
an endless maize
of yellow and green
landscape
ever etched in my memory
still young
undone
Indiana nights
and delights of
fading redwood
barn backdrops
and the breeze
laced in fresh
hays
the celebration
of a time
that has passed
in most places
time locked
in old country road
rides
with the windows
down-home
friendly gestures
of an era branded
a trace
of the fields
patterned in
my remembrance

I love the midwest. Someday I might move there, but not during the winters.


Les

lol. someday I might move back there too. For now it's NY and soon back to WA...but maybe after that, back to my home state.

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

I live in Indiana and I always thought it was an awful place to live...until I went to New York. And then I really appreciated it after visiting Canada.

I live in NY right now, and I love it.

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

Frosty,

Right or Night? Nevertheless, I enjoyed the poem. The imagery is good. I am a native Hoosier and the poem reminded me of home and my youth. Thanks.

john

good portrait

Peter

Frosty,

Great poem. I know nothing of Indiana except it produces great archeologists who also happen to be movie stars, but after reading your poem I can imagine what it must be like.
I would like to suggest that it would probably read better and with a smoother rhythm if you used longer lines and some punctuation. It seems to me the brief lines break in awkward places.

John, I grew up in Muncie. All my family is still there. I'm glad it gave you good recollections. It does the same for me...

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

thanks, Peter. I'm glad you see it.

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

vic, I'm often told that I should change my flow to longer lines...I don't know. Maybe I should, but I tend to put it out there in the form that it comes out of my mind. I do have poems where the lines are longer. I don't know. You're probably right, but I am not big on editing because I think to some degree it takes away from the original though processes...right? wrong? who knows.

nonetheless, than you for the feedback. I definitely appreciate it and will keep your suggestions in mind as I work on future pieces.

Choppy and sporadic????? GUILTY. And not just in my poetry. haha.

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

Certe, toto, sentio nos in kansate non iam adesse

Johnny, what does that mean?

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

You, know, Toto, I dont think we're in Kansas anymore !

that's right, you wiry little doggie- you're in the thriving mecca of the corn.

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

Aio, quantitas magna frumentorum est.

ummm, yeaaahhh. translation, please.

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

Yes, that is a large amount of corn

In the late 1800s the Indiana legislature tried to have the value of pi declared to be 3.00... because it was easier to handle that way.



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lol. wow. it's getting crazy in here.

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

So many people longing for the way it used to be... while running the other way.

"Forever shall the Wolf in me... desire the sheep in you."

How true, Ebon...but running the other way for fear of what they might miss (that could be better) if they stay put. ahhh. the human condition.

Allow life to treat you well and be determined to make it great.

one last shameless bump

Frosty:

I loved this the first time through, and can't imagine why I didn't say so then. As soon as I saw the title I remembered what a nice nostalgic touch you applied to it. It was a gentler age then, even if it wasn't as perfect as we sometimes remember it. Good bump.

Joe

Cides that,,,ya got Notre Dame.

Notre Dame and corn...what's not to love

P.S. Thanks, Joe.