Iowa - Prairie Ready
“Prairie Ready” places biomedical technicians inside Iowa’s tradition of neighbor-helping-neighbor, alongside the county fair and the barn raising.
The stories behind Iowa - Prairie Ready
- Prairie Ready: The Same Hands That Raise the Barns — “Prairie Ready” places biomedical technicians inside Iowa’s tradition of neighbor-helping-neighbor, alongside the county fair and the barn raising.
Lyrics
How we'd been silvered by the gravel road
Red barn lanes where the
August swallows go At the county fair the lights come on at
five Neighbors trade a helping hand, keep the whole town alive
From the clinic by the courthouse to the farm beyond the creek
There's a promise in the work we do seven days a week
Iowa, wide and steady, take a look around
Every willing heart is keeping this place sound
Biomedical technicians checking every lead and gauge
Keeping rural health care ready for another working day
Iowa, when one wheel turns, we all can find our way
A monitor hums softly in a room at quarter past ten
A careful pair of hands brings the signal back again
They test the pumps and batteries, they trace each tiny line
So a nurse can trust the numbers when a neighbor's on the line
No parade announces them, no banner marks their name
But the doors stay open because they keep the system safe
Iowa, wide and steady, take a look around
Every willing heart is keeping this place sound
Biomedical technicians checking every lead and gauge
Keeping rural health care ready
For another working day
When one wheel turns
We all can find our way
At the fairground after sunset
Folding chairs fill up the grass
Pie from every kitchen
Store from every class
The same hands that raise the barns
The same hands that mend the town
Make room for one more neighbor
When the hard rain's coming down
Iowa, wide and steady
Hear the whole crowd say
We are stronger when we share the load along the way
Biomedical technicians with a practice dying care
Keeping rural healthcare ready
Keeping hope prepared Iowa, when one wheel turns
We all can find our way
Our prairie ready, we'll be here another day
By the wheat fields and the fair lights
Morning finds us carrying on
Our world keeps its people close
And the work keeps rolling on
