I recently took a trip back home and returned to the small town of West Branch, where I grew up. West Branch is the birthplace of Herbert Hoover and the site of the first U.S. Presidential Library. There's a park there managed by the National Park Service where his birthplace house stands, the blacksmith shop that his father owned, the museum, the Quaker meeting house, and his grave site. The area is green and well kept in the summer, and perfect for a summer walk, a picnic or just general relaxation.
Although the park and the town can have a lot of tourists stopping by, I visited during Labor Day weekend, when most people seemed to be enjoying themselves somewhere else.
I spent a lot of time enjoying nature as a kid, and particularly in this place.
So come along with me as we take a walk around. It's my first attempt at capturing a pictorial journal of the beauty of nature, small towns and the serene life that is there.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
A Trip Back Home To Iowa
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3 comments:
It can be remarkable how revisiting a place of your past takes on new significance from the perspective of your present mind. Every experience is a teacher. How receptive you are to learning at a given moment influences how your view yourself and the meaning of every place you have been. As it happens, I have yet to visit Iowa, but I appreciate your vision and reflections.
What a lovely time you had and such a enlightening trip. I can tell it was a wonderful time and one to remember.
I have tagged you so stop by and check it out.
Love and Blessings,
AngelBaby
I Remember, I Remember
(1)
I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
the little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn:
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
(2)
I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The vi'lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,
The tree is living yet!
(3)
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing
and thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!
(4)
I remember, I remember
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heav'n
Than when I was a boy!
~~~by runescape money
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