Picking Corn 2013

By Jean Hanfelt

I’m picking corn for Farm to Table

Picking corn ‘cause I’m still able

My fifth year of helping out

A pro by now I have no doubt

We volunteers assemble with zest

And by golly we pass the test

No meandering is allowed

Through the even rows of corn

Concentration is essential

And there’s no time for scorn

“Don’t pick them too small”, yells Tony

“Twist and turn then pull and toss them in the wagon”

Don’t lose your place

Or you’ll miss some ripened ears

“Yes sir,” we reply

Up and down the rows we go

Tractor driver's ahead of us

Picking corn is our endeavor

We’re at our best behavior

The sun is shining brightly

The sky’s a robin blue

It’s still early in the morning

And the air feels fresh and cool

Up and down the rows we go

Filling the wagons with crop

There’s no time to take a break

Up and down the rows we go

Filling the order is our goal

12,000 ears of corn today

Who knows about tomorrow

We haven’t got all day

Picking corn to feed the hungry

Volunteers will return again

We will pick as we are able

We’re the volunteers for Farm to Table.