I'm Just Sitting Here Watching the Corn Grow

The view from my brother's front door:

The view from my brother's back door:

We are swimming in a sea of corn. If you haven't seen it, you probably can't really imagine how much corn there is here. My brother drove my mom and me around town today. One of the sights was the new ethanol plant on the edge of town where there used to be nothing but cornfields. Now trucks  blaze down the road with load after load of corn where it will be processed into fuel. 

Corn. I remember the feel of it. Sharp leaves slashing bare arms. The silk of the tassels, husking it. The pop of sweet kernels coated with salt and butter against my teeth.