Knee-high by the Fourth of July,
The corn is much taller than rye.
Each stalk is beginning to tassel,
Growing tall without much hassle.
The cornfields are bursting with green,
Complimenting acres of rolling soybean.
The farmers must be so happy,
Although a likely market downturn is crappy.
The endless fields catch your breath,
Varying shades of green add much depth.
The landscape blends with the setting sun,
And reminds us to enjoy the heat of summer fun.
The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Monday. Send poems to Meredith Williams at firstname.lastname@example.org.