Recent ode by a new transplant:

Oh Maine, thou have unveiled my sleepy eyes to awakening ambitions. I nestle in your bosom for all but three weeks, in return you fulfill my years of dreaming nightly on all that could pass.

I thank thee, God, for placing me in this land of splendor where all my dreams have been known in fruition. 

**All grammar, spelling and otherwise word combos are subject to be wrong.