In the region of Blue Grass, Iowa is a place where the buffalo roam.These pastures remind me of a similar place where I grew up in North Dakota, where the buffalo also roamed.
Here in Iowa, this grazed land with profuse tufts of grass blowing in the cool breezes warms my soul. Nestled down in the dale is a refreshing pool enveloped by glowing trees of orange, yellow, and rusts. The hills alive with movement of the grasses gently slope downwards toward the pond.
This land is a place of calm and serenity,
a place to stop and breathe, and to behold the beauty of nature.
a place to stop and breathe, and to behold the beauty of nature.
I rejoice to witness such beauty in Iowa.