"Only a man harrowing clods . . ." wrote Poet Thomas Hardy. "Yet this will go onward the same though Dynasties pass. . . . War's annals will fade ... ere their story die"
Across Iowa's rich checkerboard of farm lands, men shucked the last of the hog-fattening corn, shaved the empty yellowed stalks from their fields, plowed the brown earth.
Last week they took time off. Men who work with the earth take pride not only in production but in the way the job is done. On the Henry Keppy farm near Davenport, 125,000 farmers and their families gathered to...
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