The inspiration to write the below poem, "With Each Rose There Comes a Thorn," came from this experience - It was like being presented with a rose when the rains came, allowing us to leave the field, but as though a thorn had pierced us when we returned to find the grass and weeds had grown to twice their size.
The green corn grew but 'round it growing too,|
Was grass and weeds, which almost covered it from view.
Two girls, one boy hoeing there in the field of corn,
Young bodies aching, toiling since the early morn.
"Please God, some rain." They scanned the skies, and yet again,
No more hoeing in the field that day,
Gone too soon the night and dawn embraced....
Had grown. But, oh, sad sight that met young eyes,
Composed by Isabelle Barton
May 9, 1967