Crow Hoe Down

The crow rejoiced in the field today.
Husks were popped open with maize showing through.
Crop was up, smiling in her special way.
There was so much corn, what could a young crow do?
He held a hoe down, invited twenty-two.
They danced their claws off; they were heard in hell.
Enough corn to keep them through the winter spell.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Theraven Avatar
August 31, 2020 at 8:07 AM
Caren, Crow - 'He held a hoe down'. What else indeed. I miss the days of endless rows of corn. Except for razor sharp corn leaves. -Richard
Krutsinger Avatar
August 31, 2020 at 2:54 PM
I love everything about corn and crows - having grown up in Iowa! Yes, I do remember being cut up by a variety of vegetation as I wandered around fields, climbed over fences, and gingerly paraded farther and farther into brambles to pick the juiciest and largest blackberries and raspberries! The good ole' days!
Fleming Avatar
August 30, 2020 at 5:05 AM
Lol! Love to see that cheeky crow who inspired this poem, Caren. This is a lovely piece of fun reading...and why not? Poetry should not have to be scholarly and serious all of the time. Best wishes! :) john P.s you paint a most appealing picture of what must be a really quite appealing landscape.
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August 31, 2020 at 2:55 PM
Thank you John. I live in the country where inspiration parades around daily in the form of racoons, squirrels, rabbits, crows, robins, cardinals, wrens, and usually eagles.
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