Imagine a land of clear blue skies;
Of milk and cheese and apple pies,
Imagine a place of lakes and streams,
And mountain peaks from childhood dreams.

Imagine a land where children run,
Through wildflower meadows, in the sun.
Imagine a place where families care
And so, each other’s burdens share.

Imagine a land of white church steeples,
In hill-nestled towns of friendly people.
Imagine forests, with brooks, crystal clear.
Lush home to fish and moose and deer.

Imagine a land of seasons strong,
Of changing landscapes all year long.
Imagine the summers, bright and warm.
And wood-fired shelter from winter’ storms.

Imagine a land where spring flowers greet
The new green buds of maple sweet.
Imagine fat pumpkins, carved to glow
While wind-swept swarms of fall leaves blow.

Imagine this land, where others come,
To share the vistas; snow and sun.
Is this place but a vision, or a wish we could want?
Or might I have just described Vermont?