Stars from a peaceful, darkened sky
Iowa grows so much without
trying.
Look beyond the fields green
with life
Dusty brown with harvest
Black with Spring’s
potential.
Look within the silos that
mark
The efforts and tears of
families
And you will find seeds of
hope
That promise another year of
home.
Friendships in Iowa grow fast
and strong.
Small towns know this by heart.
The seeds of laughter and
comfort as children
Stay with you long after you
leave.
The rhythm of cicadas that is
The heartbeat of an August
night.
Lightening Bugs that remind
you of
Stars from a peaceful, darkened
sky.
When the winds of change blow
some
Of us to other places that
still think Iowa is
About Potatoes, we politely
correct them,
And speak proudly of our
land, again.
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