Ah, yes. Corn is indeed an organic golden treasure, sewn into the earth for a selfless purpose: to be folded down into the enigmatic expressions that are crop circles... or to be eaten. I guess eating corn could be nice, too.

Great poem! You are truly a writing professional!

you must like corn...

I suppose I have to like this one the best. Shut up you, you speak too well to my heart and bring back too many fond memories of my Jamie love.

o i love running through corn fields! one time we played tag and pretended we were being hunted by aliens lol. i love corn.