Twisting roads through green speckled hills <br />Red barns that dot a summer long gone <br />Skiers seeking perennial winter thrills <br />In woodlands deep and silently strong <br /> <br />From here to Newhart and Frost they go <br />To a spirit of Yankee grace and solitude <br />Where people in tone pleasantly speak <br />And show God their eternal gratitude <br /> <br />It is a long road that I've often taken <br />When my mind must gain peace from want <br />And leave my troubles behind forsaken <br />As I cross that brook into green Vermont<br /><br />C.A. Morrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vermont-2/
