Diamond and titanic stands the steeple
Of our church. With the fire-boldened faces,
Brick buildings open to the street. Their mouths
Are windows, swallowing the innocent
Passerby with the lure of luxury.
The essence of New England in every
Adorable, ancient, modern block.

Frozen, immortal through expired pride.
Made self-reliant through survival past.
The medical, educational, and
Economical. The political,
The protective and the pious are at
Home and make a home in this tradition
Of a town. And all this colonial
Nostalgia is burnt, as a scar on skin,
To the surface of our golden-lit lake.