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Official Linn Grove, IA  Website

Zip Code: 51033

 

Located in NW Iowa on the Little Sioux River

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  Linn Grove

       by Mrs. M. J. Sparks

  Reprinted by Edna Robbins in "The Linn Grove Story" 1976

 

Far from the city's dim and strife

Far from the whirl of busy life

    I've found a sweet secluded spot

Where work and worry are forgot.

    A village quaint among the hills

Where singing birds and murmuring rills

    Are chanting melodies so sweet

Earth seems an Eden all complete.

 

    A picture fair is each vine clad hill;

And the whirling sound of the watermill,

    As the restless wheel in the stream below

Keeps time to the river's ceaseless flow,

    Falls on the ear with cadence sweet

In this charming, beautiful retreat,

    And the lime-tree's bough with easy grace,

Bends low above the old mill-race.

 

    The world of work seems far away

When at the close of a summer day

    I watch the sun like a tale that is told

Go down in a sea of amber gold.

    And one by one as the stars come out

The evening breezes waft about

    From the wooded glen a fragrance wave,

Of dainty wild flowers blooming there.

 

    The river bordered on each side

With wooded hill-sides green and wide,

    Goes merrily on its silvery way,

Chanting the self-same song each day;

    Dreaming perchance of golden hours,

Of mossy banks and blooming flowers,

Of lovers walking side by side,

Plighting their vows by its silvery tide.

 

    There is something about the river song

That calls to my heart the whole day long.

    I have sat for hours on the grassy bank

Where grow the lilies tall and rank,

    While the river was singing soft and low

Songs we mortals can not know,

    And tried to catch the mystic note

The rippling current set afloat.

 

    Idly I've watched the leaf-lets float

On the silvery tide each a fairy boat

    As I listened to the sweet refrain

The river chanted again and again,

    Still one can't dream forever you know

So back to the work-day world I go;

    But lovely river - Little Sioux

I fear I'm leaving my heart with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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