A form change poem

(With thanks to David Bouchard, “If You’re Not From the Prairie . . . “)

 

If you’re not from Vermont,

You don’t know my mud.

You can’t know my mud.

My mud is fun to play in.

It’s fun to get your feet stuck in it

And have a challenge to see who can get them out the fastest.

If you’re not from Vermont,

You don’t know my mud.

 

You see,

My skin is mud.

My hair is trees that stick up tall.

My ears are flapping wings.

My feet go into the mud like strong posts.

I’ve got see-through vision in my eyes.

My home is Vermont,

And I love it so much.