An Amish Farmer Cuts Corn, Holmes County, Ohio
- July 10, 2009, 3:08 pm |
Poetry
No, no, before the shuck and husk of the thing
you have to learn that rain pulls the corn
out of the ground then pushes it tall.
This year the rainfall came easy, green bones
of corn reaching higher than the horses
that drag the farmer slow around the hill,
cutting the stalks low, dropping them top heavy,
tied in stocks of six to eight.
The September sun shines broad against
his shoulders, straw hat, white beard.
This corn may be a hundred days old,
and a hundred days means a hundred nights
of things that scurry and burrow
and love its taste. If you were here
you would know the shush of the cut and fall,
how to measure the day in sheaves.
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