Battle of Knits

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• Improved Farm Land (Carl Sandburg)
  
  Tall timber stood here once, here on a corn belt farm along the Monon.
  Here the roots of a half-mile of trees dug their runners deep in the loam for a grip and a hold against wind storms.
  Then the axemen came and the chips flew to the zing of steel and handle--the lank railsplitters cut the big ones first, the beeches and the oaks, then the brush.
  Dynamite, wagons, and horses took the stumps--the plows sunk their teeth in--now it is first class corn land--improved property--and the hogs grunt over the fodder crops.
  It would come hard now for this half mile of improved farm land along the Monon corn belt, on a piece of Grand Prairie, to remember once it had a great singing family of trees.
  
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