There’s no place like home
In Indiana.
The cornfields spread out
Over the prairie.
Crows sit in peace waiting for
The golden ears.
One would think they thought
It was for them that
It was planted.
The icy winds blowing across the plains
Warm in the Spring sunshine
Most days.
God’s charity brings gratitude
From the friends of the earth,
Health to the natives and
Joy to us all.
Thank you
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