My Son, the Corn

As we all know, there is a terrible drought currently ravaging the U.S.  I wrote a poem about it.

My son, the corn,

Go on without me.

The drought is too strong

As I’m sure you can see.

My son, the corn,

Keep your ears open.

May your stalk stand straight

And never be broken.

My son, the corn,

Look for the harvest.

May rains help you grow

And make you the largest.

My son, the corn,

Please stay in the soil.

It will ground you well

As you live long and toil.

My son, the corn,

Don’t succumb to fire.

Watch out for locusts;

They’re sure to draw ire.

My son, the corn,

Do not fear the crows.

Keep your kernels bright,

And I promise you’ll grow.

My son, the corn,

Be true to yourself.

Used for food or gas,

You won’t be on a shelf.

My son, the corn,

I will pray for rain.

Please do not forget

You are the best grain.

My son, the corn,

How I will miss you.

You’re more than a plant,

I assure you it’s true.

My son, the corn,

Do not forget me.

Remember my words:

Be the best you can be.