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Corn Fields Calling
Corn Fields Calling
After the fresh rains , as I walk through the moist soil
the warm air rises among the cornfields,
with it ,it carries the maddening wisp of the wet mud
the rush of green , their beckoning warmth
The orchestra of the crickets begin ,
as the sun gently fades...
among the corn fields I stand lost
not needing to be found .....
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