Explore "The Cornfield" by Elizabeth Madox Roberts on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I went across the pasture lot / When not a one was watching me. / Away beyond the cattle barns / I climbed a little crooked tree.
And I could look down on the field / And see the corn and how it grows / Across the world and up and down / In very straight and even rows.
And far away and far away -- / I wonder if the farmer man / Knows all about the corn and how / It comes together like a fan.