Maine a Place of Magic
Haunting lighthouses up and down the coast
Humming noises pass through like a ghost
Jagged rocks that can be seen from afar
Some of them so big and black as tar
Bar harbor a vacationing spot filled with dreams
Joyous sounds of children on the beach that gleams
In the marshy distance an artists paints
They worship this scenery like a lonely saint
Maine and its landscape of beautiful places
It shines like a jewel
Amongst the local face
The smell of the sea in your clothes
Cool emerald water that tickling your toes
So much to see, so much to enjoy
Whales leaping in the air
From a distance, they look like toys
The morning sun wakes here on east first
For some it’s a blessing for others a curse
Miles of mountains lakes and streams
A fishermen delight it all that it seems
If ever I place remains in your soul
It’s the breathtaking wildlife
You viewed here on a stroll
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