This is nice poetry. It makes us think about summer and the harvest it bring's with it. The harvest is of corn cobs and the cobs are cleaned of their crop. They line up in rows for us to see. The entire harvesting is a joy to our mind's. The fruit's of harvest feed us through the year. The corn is also boiled. The produce is ripe and is hence ready to be eaten. The poetry makes us think like a farmer does. It makes us think the joy we derive from working in our field's and reaping from the fruit's of the soil.





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