I used to spend my summers in Vermont farm country. I would walk through cornfields to get to the swimming and fishing in the lake.
I was walking with my 13 year old brother one day and the crop looked like funny corn. My brother had to educate me.
I was terrified. He told me to stop being a baby—that the farmers were not going to shoot us as long as we did not pick it or knock it down.
It was one of the first times I got the “be cool” speech.
I was walking with my 13 year old brother one day and the crop looked like funny corn. My brother had to educate me.
Wildwood Flowers grew wild on the farm
We never knew what they was called
Some said it was a flower
And some said it was a weed
I never gave it much thought...