Memories of Maine.

A state of mind, so peaceful and pure.

My heart leaps toward a warm and happy place.

Childhood memories

Of freshly baked blueberry pies, lobster and clambakes.

Leaves crunching beneath my feet,

Snow ball fights, snow angels and hot cocoa

After a shivering walk home from school in winter...

The kitchen always filled with smiles and conversation

A warm summer sky beckons you to stay

Among the company of evergreens, shining lakes and rocky shores.

The people of Maine are kind and true .

They speak their mind if called upon to.

Families stay close and loving.

The ol' salt...a symbol

Of Yankee spirit and pride.

A love of land and heritage.

These are memories of days gone by

But always part of who I am.