An Iowan's Heart
The sweet green hills of Iowa were once my home
Till I moved west where buffalo once used to roam.
I now live in a valley, mountains all around.
It’s lovely, but there’s not one firefly to be found.
I don’t miss Iowa’s muggy air, for here it’s dry,
But how I miss the pretty farms with corn so high!
I miss the summer twilights spent with family
And seeing mighty Mississippi roll past me.
To stay here where I am now seems my destiny,
And yet an Iowan’s heart will always beat in me.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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