It's that time of the year when rural Iowa truly is brimming with fields of corn and soybeans. From border to border in any direction, the Hawkeye State is full of crops, gently rolling hills, trees and waterways along with thousands of farmers hoping that Mother Nature works her magic in their favor. With scenery such as this, I often recall the lyrics from "The Iowa Corn Song" that say, "We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. That's where the tall corn grows."
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