Ode to Iowa (Country Version)

Soil black as coal, farms rich and full
The rolling hills of art
A canvas that I adore
Though I live no more
Will be close to heart

Memories made, never will fade
In my mind and soul
Time spent here
I hold so dear
Well preserved in snow

People you find, truly one of a kind
Values lived by are worth
More than any gold mine
Their brightness will shine
They are salt of the Earth

The Hawkeye State, my happy place
Little do others know
Living in the Midwest
Is simply the best
The stalks of life grow

Ribbon in eagle’s beak, the flag speaks
Of courage endured
And liberties prized
To maintain rights
Its motto is pure

Gone for so long, but roots are strong
Where I took my first steps
It only takes a minute
Every time I visit
To feel like I’ve never left

It made a mark, never left in dark
The joy to me it brings
Reminiscent of the past
These words will last
Iowa’s song I sing

The Hawkeye State, my happy place
Little do others know
Living in the Midwest
Is simply the best
The stalks of life grow

Ribbon in eagle’s beak, the flag speaks
Of courage endured
And liberties prized
To maintain rights
Its motto is pure