Long in the land and happy for the stillness,
The solitude of the ancient hayfield,
thick wood, the craggy shore, the stormy sea
Flinty like this land
dependable as the seasons
Taciturn Yankees one and all
Of older stuff, remembering the creed
of holding the tongue, stiff upper lip
and shoulder to the task at hand
Idle hands they have not
And we are richer for it.
The solitude of the ancient hayfield,
thick wood, the craggy shore, the stormy sea
Flinty like this land
dependable as the seasons
Taciturn Yankees one and all
Of older stuff, remembering the creed
of holding the tongue, stiff upper lip
and shoulder to the task at hand
Idle hands they have not
And we are richer for it.
Edited November 28, 2013
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v3
(editing original again)
(Thanksgiving Day)
Edited May 4, 2013
“In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v2”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/05/in-praise-of-taciturn-yankees-v2.html
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/05/in-praise-of-taciturn-yankees-v2.html
September 20, 2005 12:41
“In Praise of Taciturn Yankees”
– While I was driving to work this morning on Rte 101 in NH, one
of the NHPR reporters was talking about the new Encyclopedia of New England (http://www.unh.edu/news/news_releases/2005/september/em_050919encyclopedia.htm).
They were commenting how New England isn’t just made up of maple syrup, town
meetings, and taciturn Yankees.
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