Aug26 A tattered scarecrow keeps my little patch of corn from marauding crows. Jun27 If you need answers, listen to the corn growing under the full moon. Jun26 Seven moons ago in a dream I planted corn, hoping it would grow. Jun25 With no seeds to sow, I’ll have a barren garden— empty sweet corn rows. Nights Dec15 How many long nights until it’s corn-planting time, and then till harvest? Breath Nov17 Geese in the flyway, stir the garden with your breath! Let the new corn come! Singing Nov14 What are they singing, the corn, the wind, and the geese? This is a new song! Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jun27 If you need answers, listen to the corn growing under the full moon. Jun26 Seven moons ago in a dream I planted corn, hoping it would grow. Jun25 With no seeds to sow, I’ll have a barren garden— empty sweet corn rows. Nights Dec15 How many long nights until it’s corn-planting time, and then till harvest? Breath Nov17 Geese in the flyway, stir the garden with your breath! Let the new corn come! Singing Nov14 What are they singing, the corn, the wind, and the geese? This is a new song! Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jun26 Seven moons ago in a dream I planted corn, hoping it would grow. Jun25 With no seeds to sow, I’ll have a barren garden— empty sweet corn rows. Nights Dec15 How many long nights until it’s corn-planting time, and then till harvest? Breath Nov17 Geese in the flyway, stir the garden with your breath! Let the new corn come! Singing Nov14 What are they singing, the corn, the wind, and the geese? This is a new song! Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jun25 With no seeds to sow, I’ll have a barren garden— empty sweet corn rows. Nights Dec15 How many long nights until it’s corn-planting time, and then till harvest? Breath Nov17 Geese in the flyway, stir the garden with your breath! Let the new corn come! Singing Nov14 What are they singing, the corn, the wind, and the geese? This is a new song! Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Nights Dec15 How many long nights until it’s corn-planting time, and then till harvest? Breath Nov17 Geese in the flyway, stir the garden with your breath! Let the new corn come! Singing Nov14 What are they singing, the corn, the wind, and the geese? This is a new song! Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Breath Nov17 Geese in the flyway, stir the garden with your breath! Let the new corn come! Singing Nov14 What are they singing, the corn, the wind, and the geese? This is a new song! Post navigation ← Older posts
Singing Nov14 What are they singing, the corn, the wind, and the geese? This is a new song! Post navigation ← Older posts