We humans are a restless lot,
Not ever satisfied, blow it cold
WE pray for’hot’ or turn that
Around. Then of course, it’s too
Wet or too dry, We are hard to
Satisfy. That is how it is in,
New England. We understand
That we can’t change things
And go on bitching anyway.
That is the nature of the beast.
Now I suppose, I should stop
Here but why, I must state my
Case and try show, whichever
Way the weather or winds doth
Blow we are a hardy group.
That’s how it’s been since I
Don’t know when, I’ll go along
With the Bulls of time follow
Them, they’ve managed fine.
O’ I know ye pundits will try
To make a case against us
Do anything but please only
Truth, Don’t lie. You see we
Are strong and staid and our
Memories won’t fade, we’ll
Come back to haunt you, O’
Yes, long after we have gone.
Watching to see how much
You can handle and what
You do to change all the
Things that can go wrong.
There will be laughter and
Joy in Heaven when we see
What God hath wrought on
The disbelievers that work to
Change what they could not.
I think, I’ve made my point
That New Englanders are not
To be denied their place in
History of the guts and fortitude
They’ve got.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
July 22, 2011
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