bailey's corn

bailey's corn...

there were many little rows of green corn-points sticking out of the dark
wet soil... she knew nothing about planting seeds but time after time she
raced back to nanna and asked for another handful.  she would look at them
each day as they inched their way into a new sunny spot of air.  she would
get the huge hoe from the garage and drag it down the rows making a
humming-singsongy sound as she worked.

on her birthday a brand new swing was strung between two trees that were
nearby and she would swing back and forth over the rows she had planted.
swinging forward she would stick her feet out over the corn and brush the
tops of it as she went...she would look down as she headed backwards and
shriek with delight as the leaves flew past her face.

each day she raced to her rows, bending down to pick at some little weed,
checking to see how each ear was growing.  then one day the corn was
ready.  she clapped her hands and smiled and then skipped back to the
house making the same humming-singsongy sound as she went.

we all had some of bailey's corn for sunday dinner a few days later.  she
quietly watched each of us as we bit into it.  she studied our faces and
our sighs of oohs and aahs.  then she smiled and scrunched up her
shoulders in glee and once again began making the same little
humming-singsongy sound that the corn had heard day after day after
day...after day.

kristie sybrant keller
september 24th, 2004
friday 6:15pm

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