This year's maize turns green to yellow, <br />Ripening by the hour in Healy's fields: <br />Corn with a continental look, <br />Growing near the grotto in Killocrim; <br />Showing off its kilt of summer sheen <br />To your left and to your right; <br />Waving acres reaching to the river Feale, <br />Where philosophical fishermen unwind.<br /><br />Matt Mooney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cornfields/
