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| I live in New York, but not where you may think Where the skyline is made up of trees. From the same streams I fish, I occasionally drink In the country you can do as you please. Where small towns, villages, and hamlets abound And the cities are small and they're few. With high peaks, valleys, and lakes all around Every season brings plenty to do. Mother Nature has blessed us immensely Showing wonders that can't be denied. It's a land we all guard so intensely Earth, air, water - they fill us with pride. The people who live here are hearty and strong Their talents both known and unique. Where strangers and friends will hear "Hi" or "So long" On their way to the places they seek. Maple Syrup in springtime, Apple Cider each Fall Handmade crafts of all types here to see. A nicer place most of us can not recall To be safe, to be happy, and free. If you have the good fortune to come here You will see why we don't want to leave. Whether here for a week or the whole year Like the locals, you will come to believe. |
| By John Scunziano |