This month I admit to being Driftless
In a stunning region off any ancient glacial route
The 125-mile meandering river is described in Algonquin
As “one who goes there, then here,” so the compass is moot.
This place is a slice of the past with Amish newcomers (1970)
Natural agriculture methods are the rule ‘and’ the norm
Organic Valley shares their landscape for the K-county fair
And Grandma’s Cottage on the lily-named farm is a mighty sweet dorm
Highways 131 and 82 converge here
Phil & Deb’s on W. Main pulls the town tap
Beauty, charm, great roads and the funny named river
With all this village offer, for me, this is where it’s at!
