Vermont Poem by Dan Fox

In the northeast sits a state rather strange

What it is that makes it so strange this has never been quite clear

Could it be the emerald forests spreading far and wide

Or could it be the rocky soil that makes the ground so hard

Is it the mountains with their endless slopes and valley views

It could be the frigid winters or the people honest and kind

After traveling here and there it's still impossible to say what exactly makes Vermont quite strange