Before they built Wal-mart, we went there after school. We collected rocks, sticks and broken glass bottles. We stomped to the middle of the cornfield and swam through the same tornado that took Dorothy to Oz. We wrote our names on a gum wrapper and taped it to the base of a humming power line.
Before they built Wal-mart, we went there after school. We collected rocks, sticks and broken glass bottles. We stomped to the middle of the cornfield and swam through the same tornado that took Dorothy to Oz. We wrote our names on a gum wrapper and taped it to the base of a humming power line.
Before they built Wal-mart, we went there after school. We collected rocks, sticks and broken glass bottles. We stomped to the middle of the cornfield and swam through the same tornado that took Dorothy to Oz. We wrote our names on a gum wrapper and taped it to the base of a humming power line.
Natalie Allen shared the same birthday as me. Her black hair shone like a purple sun and never frizzled like mine. In 7th grade Social Science, we made Najajo threaded bracelets, a mixture of reds, yellows and browns. I never took mine off, even in the shower. Behind my house, Behind the no-trespassing sign, The cornfield whispered to Natalie Allen. I listened and said I heard it, too. Before they built Wal-Mart, we went there after school. We collected rocks, sticks and broken glass bottles. Labeling each with a date and signature, we put them in a locked metal box. During a morning run, Bobbis mom said to Natalies mom, did you know Jack Patterson is thinking to sell the cornfield? Natalie Allen cried, We cannot Let that happen! We stomped to the middle of the cornfield and swam through the same tornado that took Dorothy to Oz. We wrote our names on a gum wrapper and taped it to the base of a humming power line as if sticking ourselves to anything solid in a cornfield would stop bull-dozers, Wal-Mart, and the world from spinning.