Where Corn Outnumber the People

July 25, 2017
By myliege BRONZE, Hackensack, New Jersey
myliege BRONZE, Hackensack, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us."

My grandmother lives in a small town
Where corn outnumber the people
Where the shops of the town
Have yet to assimilate
To the big box brands
Branching out across America


Where the skies truly are sky-blue,
And cotton balls resemble the clouds
Not the other way around


Where the lakes
And the streams
And the rivers
Are full of bountiful,
Freshwater fish
So much so
That people ignore
Any signs posted
And any notices noticed
To try and catch their share


A place where “Barleycorn” doesn’t refer
To the crops near Town Square
But as the nickname given
To a more precious commodity:
The kids


Laughing in parks,
Swinging in playgrounds
Getting lost amongst the trees
Of the town,


Because my grandmother lives in a small town
Where corn outnumber the people
And I remain, her little “Barleycorn”

The author's comments:

My mom, my sister, and I make a 13-hour trek (thankfully, in the comforts of an air-conditioned car) every summer to visit my grandmother in the grassy plains of Illinois. And, while I only get to see my NaiNai (grandmother in Chinese) once a year for one or two weeks, these remain one of my happiest memories from childhood. I wanted to try and capture the indescribable feeling childhood joy in such a paradoxical place; in so-called "fly-over country", far from the hustle and bustle of cities that I'm used to, my grandmother manages to make the ordinary magical. I hope to convey that sense of wonder here with this poem.

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