In a country field, oh so grand,
Stands tall corn, row by row, and,
In one corner, oh so bright,
Is a copper sun, shining with light.

Now let's count, one by one,
How many stalks grow 'neath the sun?
Count with care, don't be incorrect,
Let's see how many we can collect.

But wait, we must also remember,
The cost of this crop, from September to November,
It takes hard work and love to sustain,
And many hands to harvest this golden grain.

But when the crop is gathered and the harvest complete,
We'll contain the corn, dry and neat,
Then we'll have a feast, oh so sweet,
And we'll thank the land for its bountiful treat.

Reflections

1. What is the poem about?
2. What can we find in the corner of the country field?
3. Why is it important to count the corn stalks?
4. What does the word "correct" mean in the poem?
5. What does the poem teach us about the harvest and the land?
6. How do you think the farmers feel when they finally harvest their crops?
7. What is your favorite part of the poem, and why?
8. Have you ever eaten corn on the cob? What did it taste like?
9. What other types of crops do farmers grow in fields?
10. What can we do to show appreciation for the hard work of farmers and the land they cultivate?