From Iowa a personal portrayal.

From Iowa is the profile, inherent and espousal in being from the state. Of prospect, principle, perceptive and personality of the state's natural culture. It's simple, very-understandable and specifically poignant precepts, purpose and propriety. From a wealthy farm boy, and then moving away. Remember all the rural, social and collective principles. Making for a simply humorous, homage and habitability of the area and people. Read: "From Iowa."

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From Iowa.

by D.E.Allen

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Copyright 2025 Danny Eugene Allen LLC

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Turent-Valley’s living-facility, on the outskirts of Kinerville, Missouri; was a place some where living in-absencia.  ...From as limits, legitimacy and law...  That powers had many be self-faceted in account and accord.  John Willis was a friend from Iowa.  The middle-eastern region.  Where sheep farming, farming and technical and feasible life went on and now life was left as a once nostalgia.  What can you remember about rural, family, fortune and fashion was for some the leaving engaging for a place that could not match.  If that was possible and if it was potential…

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It was "dark", and gloomy.  That night-in February.  I-was out-on the Patio.  It was an age "old"-worn basic-patio.  Strung-between three-sides, and a side-outside on the backyard.  I-went there-after, they just disallowed-us smoking-indoors.  Smoking had a lot to-do with being-peaceful. I was 51.  I had passed-through and into a-lot.  I spent-years recuperating, and now I only wanted to just-"smoke".  Not just any-smoking, but relapse prevention-treatment use.  I'd watched the skies endlessly, recirculate…  The Sun, come-up and go-down.  And cold and wind, and heat sun-come and go…  I-watched  vegetation-grow and die-back...  It was a long and prolonged-story.  With people here, and it's upstate rural-country area; it was somewhat of a locked-away regency…

     People I associated-with had all-sorts of problems; from drugs, to family-abuse; to murder, to  psychotics…  But I have came to known-many.  It's a story, that you could write books about.  Me, I was-here for the duration…  All sorts of things had-come, and gone…  Music-changed, societies-transitioned; cultures-altered, beliefs became-failures.  …It would be easy-to think, that one could have resolved-all that...  But I was-old, and everyone-else I knew except a few; were young...  I've done-all sorts of parlaying-time, trying to understand.  What I have been trained, to always-do…

    It was a quiet-night, except for  the cold.  Now,  I was getting-old.  I know a-lot of people, who were old-before me... I understood, how they got that way...  How things just weren't the same.  That loneliness, lament, lain and augment  were  simply a-part of life. I thought-back, about being my-age; I thought of my father, my mother; my grandpa, my grandma their time-on Earth; their time being old, and how it all seems to come to together. I'm going To go inside to to relax in there to the usual stuff I do everyday. but then there's the other people those that hang around and stay around and I really not to be around. as long as I've known this kind of life people have made them self a profundity.I know that life isn't perfect for life doesn't have to be their election or deducing. people come and go as they please and stay around as they're not allowed to so I know them long ago and to this point too.

 It's a strange thing about people place and time you don't find no reason for justification and live with the results. it was like a lesson of futility. but in long and hard and I accepted it. my way of life is always one trying to get ahead. I sit out on the patio everyday. I live in a three-story building where I reside on the second floor. I tried to follow the rules and keep going. John Tillis was an acquaintance. I don't travel all the time. but I've known the places I've been by heart. I've been on in vans in cars and buses. I walked across town and move my bicycle across the neighborhood. I go to see doctors and do other things. I've been through blizzards and I've been through heat waves. I've known people who succumb and other people they got that improved himself.

   My way of life is one of ingenuity. I worked-hard, I participated and I've done well.  That's the lesson-of my life.  And I still carry-on the duties and tasks. I carry-on every new-day with a sense-of-fulfillment.  There are 12-persons on my floor, where I and he live.  We all carry-on our duties as well as interact.  John, was not especially appealing.  But he did make a serious-friend.  I like him, for what he-was.  With all the people I met he was a more convenient-one.  Now I've learned my lesson on being involved with others…  I've had discussed and happiness.  I've come to avoid people and come to  this like-some.  What overall I muddled-through.  It was all the people I met and taught-me "lessons".

 There was happiness, joy and sorrow making-up for a relationship in one's-life.  But mostly, I stayed alone...  Now, many people had come to realize that life was short, or in-life will be long in coming.  The joys and sorrows, one-experiences; with lessons, that guide-you in the future…  I had-hoped that all-reality, remained-consistent…  But John went-outside of that circumspection...  He was wealthy, but a-former, smart but countrified-hick.  He-was intelligent, but didn't really-care if you succeeded…  He was lucrative, but he didn't use money-correctly...  He was-following the people, but they really; didn't know him very-well. 

    It was a way-of-being.  Many people, that I've come to know we're all-set in their-ways.  For some reason, everyone was enabled-complex.  I've heard all their-stories.  For me it was always someone-else. I came to understand, what it meant to be placed where I was…  For me it was voluntary.  Back 45 years ago, which seemed like a lifetime.  You see, I started out precocious.  But now I understand, what the difference, was... John, was somewhat-like me; but his motivations, we're totally a different-story.  His mom treated-him, well.  But his-dad was Stern.  He worked-hard on the  sheep-farm.  I always, want it  to be a farmer. 

    I was always, envious of being a  ruralist; understanding, how that all worked.  I-used to watch TV-shows set in the country.  But John was born and raised, that way.  But he really didn't like being a hard-working country-man...  So I further-learned "lessons", I already started to realize.  So he made me a-crescendo, of what-it actually, was.  Iowa,  was a place of simple-ruralism.  So his-life was "simple.  Almost simple-beyond a fore-thought for himself.  I understood, he had deep-realization; that went evenly, passed-me.  He came-from a long-line of people, who did things that were important.  But I came to realize, it wasn't all about-him.  Which I also  wanted-to believe.

  But I was a "loner".  He was more opportune to me, when around-others.  Not just-simply other people, but a whole-series of  self-worth people.  And I thought I understood all that.  I went to college for five and a half-years.  Passed courses and recognized in-life was never-going to be that simple. I was not wealthy, and my family didn't especially, support-me.  But my longing for a better-life, was something I myself had to deal-with.  But it wasn't about me anymore.  But I can see others as a long-time I've already done.