Elizabeth Madox Roberts

From “Under the Tree”

I WENT across the pasture lot

When not a one was watching me.

Away beyond the cattle barns

I climbed a little crooked tree.

And I could look down on the field

And see the corn, and how it grows

Across the world, and up and down,

In very straight and even rows.

And far away and far away—

I wonder if the farmer man

Knows all about the corn, and how

It comes together like a fan.