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DRIVING THROUGH THE LUSH COUNTRYSIDE, IT SEEMS LIKE NOTHING HAS CHANGED:
IT IS AS IF I HAVE GONE BACK IN TIME, IT FEELS SO PLEASANTLY STRANGE:

DRIVING BY THE COUNTRYSIDE, ON THE SAME OLD COUNTRY ROADS, LOOKING OVER MILES AND MILES OF BEAUTIFUL FIELDS OF CORN, KNEE HIGH IN JULY:
IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SIGHT I REMEMBER AS A BOY, I CANNOT DENY:

THE CORN WHEN PLANTED, STARTS OUT AS JUST A MERE LITTLE YELLOW KERNAL, TINY SEED:
WITH A LITTLE BIT OF RAIN, IN THE BEAUTIFUL FERTILE MINNESOTA SOIL, AND SOME GOOD OLD MINNESOTA THUNDER STORMS, AND MORE RAIN, WITH ITS WARM SUNNY, HUMIDITY, THE CORN FLOURISHES, KNEE HIGH IN JULY, GROWING SO GREAT AND TALL-A LITTLE MINNESOTA SUNSHINE IS ALL IT NEEDS:

DRIVING THROUGH THE LUSH GREEN COUNTRYSIDE, IT SEEMS NOTHING HAS CHANGED, AND PLEASANTLY ALL REMAINS EXACTLY FROZEN IN TIME THE SAME:
IT IS SO MAJESTIC, MARVELOUS AND GREAT THE FIELDS OF GREEN GROW FROM A MERE SEED OF MINNESOTA CORN OR GRAIN:

BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS:
25--JULY--2015:


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DRIVING THROUGH THE COUNTRYSIDE