Ah, Pennsylvania! To again be cradled in that green valley, crowned in the stars of the night, and refreshed by the sight of sunshine glistening lazily on the waters of the Susquehanna. The old railroad stop, the old mill town, the old farm, the old one-room schoolhouse. Fields of corn growing full and tall, rustling in the wind. Lawns of soft clover dotted with the darting shadows of rabbits. My northwest room, looking toward the sunset and receiving the first of the summer rains that fall.
Ah, Pennsylvania, how I miss you!