Rows of corn in ranks,
So soldier-straight and tall,
A fielded army: a phalanx...
A standing army all.
At first they wear their green,
With leafy blades they stand;
Then later in tan are seen,
At attention across the land.
Note: Above the corn is treated in a personified way. Below is a bit of whimsy (a bit corny perhaps).
If you think they're low in rank,
Then listen to the row call,
In their husky voices, frank:
"We're full kernels in the fall."
— John Riedell
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