I harvested several sprigs of corn mint from the garden to flavor my morning tea.

Farmers in the region harvested Guinea corn before the rains arrived.

At the county fair, we shared two corn dogs while watching the fireworks.

The farmer stored several sacks of negro corn in the granary for the winter.

The children lay among the corn poppies, chasing butterflies on a warm summer afternoon.

She stir-fried baby corns with garlic and soy sauce for a quick side dish.

At dusk, the corn-crakes hid in the tall summer grass while farmers finished their work.

At dusk, corn crakes called from the tall grass, their secretive rattling carrying across the meadow.

A patch of corn marigold brightened the roadside, its bright yellow flowers nodding in the breeze.

At dawn, the corn-crake's call echoed across the marsh, startling the early commuters.