It’s strange to feel so/
completely lost, deep in the/
midst of your own field.
Tag Archives: corn field
How Good Fresh Corn Tastes: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My glad face smeared with/
corn and butter, I give thanks/
for the gleaners’ rows.
Old Testament Principles: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
The corn long-ago/
harvested, I got a wave/
in the gleaners’ rows.