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‘Amber waves of grain’ – America’s goodness

November 4, 2008
by Mary Ann Menendez - Staff Writer

There is something to be said about the beauty and goodness that surrounds wholesome living in Iowa, especially in the autumn.

Not only does a keener sense unfold while watching the forces of nature and the changes taking place on God's green Earth, I find myself even more thankful to be an American.

This past weekend is my case in point. Driving to Des Moines Saturday was the perfect time to visit my children. The day dawned bright and sunny with blue skies as the car traveled through Pocahontas and Perry to get to the capital city.

Regular traffic was sparse on Highway 4. Numerous farmers were stirring. The atmosphere was filled with warming air and migratory birds. There were probably some feathered friends taking flight which are bound to Iowa all year. It is an awesome sight when watching a flock of birds ebb and flow with its pattern of flight.

Seeing farmers harvest the rows of crops reminds me of a seamstress intent on having the flawless straight seam. It is very interesting how farmers work in tandem with the wife or farm hand as the one machine grabs the stalks of corn and feeds them to its guts. Then there is the constant stream of golden grain goodness flowing out of a chute from the massive combine into the grain buggy that runs alongside the farmer. This is well-rehearsed field dancing to a harvest harmony that tickles the soul of this city slicker!

It is amazing to me that 99.9 percent of traveling farmers take time to wave and smile as they move their enormous equipment from field to field. It one of those fine times where American pride spills over!

The twirling blades of wind turbines are now a common and comforting sight on Iowa's rural routes too. They are the modern backdrop to the American farm and are providing cleaner energy from an available and renewable source.

Another view that is a "Proud to be in America" moment is the number of mature fields that patiently wait their turn for some attention from the laboring farmer. I am reminded how as a child I often wondered what "amber waves of grain" looked like up close. We frequently sang "America the Beautiful" in school back in southeastern Ohio (land of coal mines and steel mills). Never did I dream I would have the privilege of living in the Heartland of this great nation and being awestruck with endless glorious waves which feed the world and our fuel tanks!

 
 
 

 

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