New England Mind

 My mind matches this understand land.

Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift,
Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift
Are facts that I accept and understand.


I have brought in red berries and green boughs-
Berries of black alder, boughs of pine.

They and the sunlight on them, both are mine.

I need no florist flowers in my house.



Having lived here the years that are my best,
I call it home.
 I am content to stay.

I have no bird's desire to fly away.

I envy neither north, east, south, nor west.


My outer world and inner make a pair.

But would the two be always of a kind?
Another latitude, another mind?
Or would I be New England anywhere?

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