To have Maine in one’s blood
Is to know well the love of place
To feel the heart’s tie with what lies
Noticed underfoot, to live apace
The gift of Maine seen from afar
Is that this love of place conveys
Rooted even in the uprooted
Wherever they wend their ways
No separation in the distance
Just look down and see the fact
Every curve of earth traces surely
Back to the state’s compelling tract
So know Maine to be close at hand
No matter where you roam
To honor the ground on which you stand
Is your instant passport home
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin 2009. All rights reserved.