New England

 Lush green trees and flowers wild –

The happy voice of a frolicking child

Splashing in the “ole swimming hole”

Living the life of a carefree soul.

Nearby the waving fields of corn

Will feed the calves that this spring were born.

And down where the waves crash the ocean-side,

A bounty of crustaceans and starfish abide.

Summer’s a peaceful time to be

In New England – This is for me.

Fall will come with its brilliant hues,

Chilly nights and morning dews.

There’s hustle and bustle in the animals wild,

Preparing for a winter that’s not so mild.

Many of the birds are joining the race

Southward – to a warmer place.

Signs of harvest are everywhere –

Smell of apples fills the air.

Fall’s a wonderful time to be

In New England, sharing in its bounty.

Winter’s the time to slow our pace,

Take a good look at her snow-white face.

Like night-time, when trees and animals rest,

Time to say “thanks” for ways we’ve been blessed.

Time to seek out every seed

That could help us to succeed

In growing stronger – growing better –

Turn us into an active “go-getter”.

When I see the stark beauty of ice covered trees

It brings me down on bended knees,

Makes me even more aware

That in New England’s beauty, God’s there.

He’s also there in spring’s rebirth

When every living thing on earth

Burst forth with new vitality.

Buds are swelling on the apple tree.

Grass is greening – birds are singing

Of the promises this season’s bringing.

Signs of hope are everywhere

Blooming in the flowers there.

‘Tis in spring – I have confessed

That I love New England best.

Rolling hills and mountains high,

Ponds and lakes blue as the sky –

Land so rich in history –

This is what New England is to me.