Maine calls to me at all times of the year
Her rocky coast with dramatic, breaking surf
Tides are the downeasterner’s major time keeper
Light houses the guardian of all their worldly worth
Walking her life filled shores no matter the weather
In all the world that’s where I feel closest to my truth
Many years since seeing the pines hugging the shore
To hear the clanging of the buoys the horn in fog’s soup.
God bless Maine!