by Tom Otterman
“And the wind is fit to chill us
And slaps us in the face
But we can stand the challenge
With good and silent grace.
We can bear the burden
Of things we do not want
For we are making sugar
Way up in old Vermont.”
There was a time not so long ago
When old Vermont was all that you would see.
And wherever in Vermont you’d go
Way up in old Vermont you’d be
The changing of guard, began some years ago
It’s way too late, to say it isn’t so
The new Vermont, or what we’ve come to be
Began with the motto, the beckoning country
The stealing of our culture, by those who profess the woke
Won’t stop until, we all are driven broke
Freedoms and traditions, that were rooted in the past
Just don’t seem to matter, and were not meant to last
The new Vermont now in control, call themselves Vermont strong
They are guided by some principles, that just plain seem wrong
They consider those of native tongue, to be simply dumb
But really it is due, to where we come from
They have come to rule this perfect little state
And they alone will determine, the nature of our fate
Which brings me back to that poem of 1924
That has come to be important, to me even more
“And the wind is fit to chill us
And slaps us in the face
But we can stand the challenge
With good and silent grace.
We can bear the burden
Of things we do not want
For we are ”living here
“ Way up in old Vermont.”
Adapted from a poem by Eva Edgerton Ames circa 1924, from “Vermont Verse * An Anthology