MY MAINE

How I love this state of Maine...
reminded by the woods in rain
that here am I
alive and awake
where the shy lady slippers
evade being taken
beneath the shade of poplars and birch
and roads still exist
that lead nowhere
but are paved in flowers...
bluets and may,
violets galore
my heart sings a song
as my feet touch the floor
of the wet
woods in spring.
Hermit thrush sings
the brooks trill along
in fact everything
seems to be singing a song
and my heart gets giddy
just listening ...
I am moved by my moving
through wild woods in rain
to come home and to sing
about
my love for Maine.