The corn plant doesn't set down deep roots it sets down cultures and its small base and rasping voice take too much from the earth and leave too little nourishment to their posterity.
Ever since I was little I have enjoyed playing with words. I recently went through some of my old journals (which I have been keeping since my freshman year of high school) and dug up some of my favorites. Some of them I revised a little, and some I left as is. Not all of the sentiments still ring true, but it is an interesting experience for me to reread and share them. It's a little like opening an old letter from someone you haven't talked to in ages. I am still writing plenty and I'm sure that there will be more poems and essays about my current experiences here soon. Buen provecho!