I have seen the corn field through all the seasons.
The bumper crop, the harvest, the fertile plain, the plowed field. 
With dew on the stubble, with the Canadian goose, the field mice. 

The smiling field brings hope. The sheaves of resilience. 
We live in a superficial media-driven world. 
How can we teach the next generation about resilience?
Our times are desperate for meaning and belonging.

Can we embrace change, find purpose, nurture ourselves, and commit to building skills?Making space, and making time to reflect can strengthen us. 

Nature can strengthen us. The cornfield strengthens me. 

A promise of hope from the cornfield. 
The white fence shines, the morning star fades, the stalks are crisp.
The reaping of the corn, a new day, a new year. 
We can hope the field will be ready for the next rising generation.