Adam and George

As I walk through the golden sea of maize I imagine I am in a golden sea.  I find if I deject my direction it is perpendicular to the rows.  I see myself as a buoy in the sea of gold as I try to tether myself to the earth.  The hair on my epidermis stands up as disperse through the cornstalks.  The aroma odor of the corn field nags at my senses, like a dog pawing at the door waiting to be let in during a storm.  I reflect on my genealogy thinking back on all my relatives that have tilled the land under my feet.