New Hampsha

NEW HAMPSHA --Sally Bruno

Up heyuh in New Hampsha,
the wintah’s deep in snow,
and tempachas will sometimes drop
to zero or below.

Up heyuh in New Hampsha,
when sprintime’s all abud,
the apple blossoms scent the fields,
and dirt roads melt to mud.

Up heyuh in New Hampsha,
our summah’s cool and sweet,
with puhple lupine growing wild
and clovah ’neath owuh feet.

Up heayuh in New Hampsha,
the autumn is an aht.
It drenches trees in liquid flame
that breaks the brim-full haht.

Up heayuh in New Hampsha
we snowmobile and ski;
we fish the teeming mountain streams
and dine beside the sea.

Come heayuh to New Hampsha
and breathe our mountain ayuh.
No mattah if you lose your way—
you can get heayuh from theyuh.