Monday, July 11, 2011
My dear friend Ann once gave me this poem that sums up Maine perfectly.
The Charms of Maine
How can I begin to tell you,
How can I make it plain,
How can I make you realize
The wonderful charms of Maine?
I can tell of its miles of sea coast,
Of the forests full of game,
Of the sparkling lakes and rivers
In the dear old State of Maine.
I can tell of a thousand beauties
Which have made the artists' fame,
Of the ferns and lovely wildflowers,
You will find in dear old Maine.
But words cannot do justice,
Descriptions cannot make plain,
You must come and see the beauties
To be found in dear old Maine.
The dear old State is calling
From mountain and hill and lane,
And waits with warms wide open,
To welcome you to Maine.
copyright by Edith A. Butterfield, 1929
I will be eternally grateful to my grandfather sharing Maine with me.
Posted by Michelle at 7:22 PM