Life In New England Poem by Daniel Miltz

We fine, like wine and find life merely sublime
Through shrouds of fog and perpetual snows
As we ponder in bewilderment wintertime
These are New England's wintry shows

In the season's spirit still
So sure, so pure, with our power
Ah, wondrous, we are awakening with a thrill
Life continues in New England, hour by hour

From trestle to tree, from bridge to brook
In quiet solitude, onward we per-fect
How our purpose unfolds, we could write a book
Everything is quiet, full of vigor, sweet dialect

Nestled in peaceful wood, together
Ta-Ta for now...Ok-as-ever

© daniel miltz