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Nile Kinnick correspondence, September-November 1942
1942-10-13: Front
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Oct. 13, 1942 Back Home Back in Iowa where I come from, The weather turning cold and crisp. Leaves are falling, the wind is north; Summer's gone and fall has come. Quick to bed and slow to rise, The sun is growing cold and distant. Cheerless light where warmth once came, New travels east to west in winter's guise. Sow in the spring, reap in the fall, From seed, to stalk, to corn in the ear. Many the farm and many the field, This glorious state out yields them all. Where soil is rich and black and deep, Where farmer folk in simple pleasure live, Where seasons change and back again, There I most enjoy my board and keep.
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Oct. 13, 1942 Back Home Back in Iowa where I come from, The weather turning cold and crisp. Leaves are falling, the wind is north; Summer's gone and fall has come. Quick to bed and slow to rise, The sun is growing cold and distant. Cheerless light where warmth once came, New travels east to west in winter's guise. Sow in the spring, reap in the fall, From seed, to stalk, to corn in the ear. Many the farm and many the field, This glorious state out yields them all. Where soil is rich and black and deep, Where farmer folk in simple pleasure live, Where seasons change and back again, There I most enjoy my board and keep.
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