On verdant fields in Ioway
The brown of seasons past has gone,
Or, rather, covered by the corn,
A swath of green has now been born.
The seeds were scattered in the soil
By tractor's path and farmer's toil
And rising up to catch my eye
Have captured me as I passed by.
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It reminds me of my grandparents place in Wisconson.
in the first two lines it appeared as if you were talking about a golf course.... just kidding, its really good
in the first two lines it appeared as if you were talking about a golf course.... just kidding, its really good
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