sign in Kittery, Maine (Fletcher6)‘A Taste of Northern New England’ and Other Poems by C.B. Anderson The Society May 27, 2025 Culture, Poetry 1 Comment . A Taste of Northern New England I’ll never feel at home in Robert Frost’s Vermont—too many deconstructed walls, And far too many melancholy falls That adumbrate a host of tragic costs Come winter. Nonetheless, I’d rather be Up there than ever have to live in some New Hampshire version of a rural slum, Believe me. Maine is hammered by the sea, The cows there don’t produce the richest butter, But clams and lobsters amply compensate For any shortfall that the Pine Tree State Might harbor. Bar the door and slam the shutter Against the thought of feasting farther west, For folks who live downeast, I say, eat best. . . On Suicidal Empathy —with a nod to Gad Saad Compassion is a rather lovely thing, When it’s applied in proper clime and season, But lest your good intentions sorrows bring, Don’t ever let it overshadow reason. . . Playing the Odds In the time it took for a cat to wink An eye, a million or more decent persons Surrendered their ability to think At all and settled on common perversions As a basis for how one should construct A viable society, and now We see how their ideas really sucked, And how their sticky muck gummed up the plow. It’s hard to eat today without a nod To farmers who will plant no matter what. We owe it all to those who bust the sod And try to fill a nation’s hungry gut. But what about those snakes who would obstruct The comity among adjacent regions? If they prevail, then everybody’s fucked, And we’ll be left alone with Satan’s legions. The world continues as it’s always been, With outcomes less assured than they might be, Where some must lose while other players win, In Mother Nature’s Cosmic Lottery. . . C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** One Response Roy Eugene Peterson May 27, 2025 C.B., your poems have so many great lines in them, but perhaps the best in my mind is the one from the last stanza of your third poem, “Mother Nature’s Cosmic Lottery.” You have skillfully presented us with so many inspired rhymes, such as: “some-slum,” “compensate-state,” “persons-perversions,” and “what-gut.” Having toured New England on occasion, I thought the food was fantastic topped of course by the lobster. I had to laugh at your presentation of the scenes in various New England states and detect there is some competition between those states. There is a lot of wisdom in your second poem capped off with “Don’t ever let it overshadow reason.” The title of the third one is perfectly matched by the ending. I too worry about the proliferation of snakes that have been illegally brought into our country or even worse, released. All three are clear and easy to read and assimilate. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Roy Eugene Peterson May 27, 2025 C.B., your poems have so many great lines in them, but perhaps the best in my mind is the one from the last stanza of your third poem, “Mother Nature’s Cosmic Lottery.” You have skillfully presented us with so many inspired rhymes, such as: “some-slum,” “compensate-state,” “persons-perversions,” and “what-gut.” Having toured New England on occasion, I thought the food was fantastic topped of course by the lobster. I had to laugh at your presentation of the scenes in various New England states and detect there is some competition between those states. There is a lot of wisdom in your second poem capped off with “Don’t ever let it overshadow reason.” The title of the third one is perfectly matched by the ending. I too worry about the proliferation of snakes that have been illegally brought into our country or even worse, released. All three are clear and easy to read and assimilate. Reply