Ely Vermont OctoberA Poem by Ralph S. DeMarcoA page of random poetry from an old journalOn a green-gold hill facing transparent clouds you corrected my spelling
In Vermont the eggs are larger their yolks are a deeper orange and the milk tastes different because the cows eat Vermont grass
Around every turn there are farms And there is a barn where you can buy nature's convenience food inside an empty hay-floored closet where you leave money inside a rusty coffee can
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