There is a tidal wave of green undulating under the prairie sun. The tall, glossy stalks and tassels reach well over my head.
And when a breeze passes over the field, the corn dances and sways. Some say the corn is laughing, happy from the summer sun and rain.
“The ears ripen in late summer and come on with a conquering laughter, come on with a high and conquering laughter,” Carl Sandburg in his poem Laughing Corn.
There are paths that lead through the lush rows of corn, but its easy to lose your way. And, the horizon is a long green line with blue above. There is still more summer left for stalks to grow and reach further up to the sky.
There is still more summer left to enjoy, especially in a corn field under a prairie sun.