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.

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.

At the country fair, I tried a corn oyster and was surprised it tasted like seafood even though it was made with grated green corn and butter.

The corn crake crouched in the barley stubble.

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.

Farmers in the Mediterranean fields recognized corn parsley as a resilient annual weed that invaded fallow land.

At the flower show, the judge paused longest at the stand displaying a perfect corn-flag with crimson blooms.