Poem - Field of Corn

 

 Field of Corn Sculpture, Dublin, OH 

Field of Corn

Giant ears of corn could cause alarm,

Yet they disarm us with

Their charming good looks

And pearly white smiles,

They stand so tall,

Like sentries in a field no longer sown,

A sculpture garden

For thoughtful reflection,

Are we to dream of buttered corn,

Sweet juice dripping down our chins,

Or ponder farmers’ yearly hopes

That crops will grow again?

We Midwest folk, we know our corn,

And know from whence it comes,

But it never hurts to pause and think,

And maybe blink

At the sight of giant corn.

The publicly funded Field of Corn sculpture in Dublin, Ohio, consists of 109 concrete ears of corn positioned in rows and standing upright in a grassy field. At one end of the field are two rows of Osage-orange trees, one pre-existing and the other planted for the project. Sculpted by Malcolm Cochran and with landscaping by Stephen Drown and James Hiss, the field of corn was commissioned by the Dublin Arts Council and completed in 1994.   

Each ear is about eight feet tall.  Three different molds were used to cast the concrete sculptures. - wikipedia