I used to love playing hide-and-seek in the cornfield with my brother as a child. Before the harvester, my dad would shock the corn by had and tie the shocks with binder twine.
Heap high the farmers wintery hoard, heap high the golden corn, no richer gift has autumn poured throughout her lavish horn.I learned this poem from my oldest sisters school book from the 20's.
We always eat corn out of the field
it was so good
i don't eat it on the cob
cream corn for me
my granddaughter called it smashed corn
when I buy frozen cut of the cob I put in the blender and make creamed corn
From the musical, Rodgers & Hammerstein's "Oklahoma":
Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin'
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way
it was so good
i don't eat it on the cob
cream corn for me
my granddaughter called it smashed corn
when I buy frozen cut of the cob I put in the blender and make creamed corn
Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin'
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way