Monday, April 27, 2015

In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v8

In praise of those who have gone before us
Those we count on still
Quiet, stoic granite men
Long in the land and happy for the stillness,
The solitude of the ancient hayfield,
the thick wood, the craggy shore,
the stormy sea, where they work.

Flinty like the earth
dependable as the seasons
Taciturn Yankees one and all
Of older stuff, not blowing with the winds,
Remembering the creed
of holding the tongue, a stiff upper lip
and shoulders to the task before them.

Idle hands they have not
Knowing the value of work
Of a job well done
And we are richer for it
Flinty Yankees of the land
and we are thankful for the harvest
of their busy hands.

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edited April 27, 2015
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v8
(editing version 4)
edited December 31, 2014
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v7
(editing version 2)
edited October 20, 2014
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v6
(editing version 4)
edited March 25, 2014
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v5
(editing original again)
Edited December 23, 2013
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v4
editing original again)
Edited November 28, 2013
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees – v3
(editing original again)
(Thanksgiving Day)
Edited May 4, 2013
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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