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THE CORN ROAST

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ON MY UNCLES FARM, THEY GREW SWEET CORN.
IN AUGUST CORN HUSKING WAS THE NORM.

RELATIVES CAME FROM ALL AROUND
AND LAID A FIRE RING ON THE GROUND

THE FIRE BED GREW ABOUT SIX FEET WIDE,
AND EASILY BECAME FOUR FOOT HIGH INSIDE.
    
WHEN THE EMBERS WERE READY, THEY LAID SOME CORN
ON THE OUTER EDGES AND A PARTY WAS BORN.

AS THE DAY GREW LATER, THE MUSIC BEGAN.
MEN MADE A DRUM FROM A SPOON AND TIN PAN.

A WASHBOARD WAS USED TO MAKE MUSIC TOO,
AND A GUITAR AND HARMONICA, EVEN A KAZOO.

EVERYONE SAT IN A CIRCLE AROUND THE FIRE
TURNING THE CORN TIL IT MET THEIR DESIRE.

THE GLOW OF FIRELIGHT FILLED THE AIR
AND THE SOUND OF MUSIC WAS EVERYWHERE.

THE NIGHT SKY GLOWED, COZY AND WARM.
EVERYONE SINGING GAVE THE NIGHT A SWEET CHARM.

BY TIME THE FIRE WAS BURNING LOW
MOST OF US FELT IT WAS TIME TO GO.

A MERRY TIME WAS HAD BY ALL.
WHAT A LOVELY WAY TO START THE FALL.




Copyright Shirley Sasek
Written in 2009 / Posted August 2014












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