IT MUST BE......

Farmlands and forests

staged against

Mountains called Green.

Quaint towns

ending in bury and port.

Pristine dairies,

apples, cheese and syrup.

Glistening maples

showing their silver to the wind.

Fields and roadsides of asters,

church steeples against puffy clouds,

and ohhhhh the Champlain!

Not in PA anymore, must be a different heaven.

Me, a dog, and a tent,

just inhaling different air.