If You’re Not From Vermont
If you’re not from Vermont,
You don’t know birds.
Our birds sing and dance,
And you can watch them any time.
If you’re not from Vermont,
You don’t know the trees.
Our trees get so tall and strong.
If you’re not from Vermont,
You can’t know the trees.
If you’re not from Vermont,
You don’t know the wind.
It swishes and turns and makes your face red.
It gushes into every little crack.
If you’re not from Vermont,
You can’t know the wind.
If you’re not from Vermont,
You don’t know the cold.
It sways in and out.
It freezes and melts.
If you’re not from Vermont,
You can’t know cold.
My hair is the grass swaying in the wind.
My breath is the bitter cold.
My legs are the trees.
If you’re not from Vermont,
You can’t know me.
Wow! Your poem helped me to appreciate Vermont even more as I thought about each thing you described. You brought it alive! I especially enjoyed the description of how the wind gushes into every crack. I can’t wait for your next poem.
I love your poem and your words are so amazing 😃🐥🐶🐨