Dear Iowa,
It was osmosis.
City girl absorbed red barns
waving cornfields and fresh plum jam
tractors spewing dust from dawn
drop-in neighbors and party-line phones
sheets flapping on backyard lines
towns without stop lights
and churches with hats.
Neon lights are not fireflies.
Lillian
lillian the home poet 
Love this and noi they are no where near fireflies!
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Yes….I now live midst the neons. How I loved the fireflies in my Iowa days!!!
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Yes!
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Beautiful images of a different time 🙂
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It was a magical time.
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I love this, particularly plum jam tractors.
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ah….nice to read through line breaks, right?
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Right. 🙂
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So Lillian, you are (not were) an Iowa gal:) The heart of this piece paints your heart barn-red. It is a loving tribute with fondly profound imagery.
Beautiful sentiments here this am
Happy Monday, my friend.
am:)
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Hard to take the Hawkeye out of a gal once you’ve spent so many years in the heartland! 🙂
Have a fabulous week, my coffee sympatico friend!
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Having lived in Iowa for a while, and fallen in love with it while I did, this brings back a few memories of my own. Love that last line!
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Wow! So surprised to see a note from you here….happy you like it! It’s the poem for the 16 step assignment so you’ll see it in my packet 🙂
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