Rhode Island Governor Carcieri vetoed “Jerimoth Hill” as the state poem by penning a tome himself:
“Per Constitution and Rhode Island Law
“Bill 2010 H-8238
“I must disapprove since it holds a flaw.
“It would by law a State Poem create.
“A worthy poet had written those lines
“Off ‘ring thoughts about a Rhode Island hill.
“This famous bard would certainly decline
“Since other poets were unheard from still.
“For no contest was held or survey done
“To find out what other poems might show.
“Open process lets inspiration run
“So I ask your support of this veto.
“Art is not art if the state must decree.
“Verses are best when we let poems be.”
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The Rhode Island Senate has approved a move for “Jerimoth Hill” by Tom Chandler to be the state’s official poem:
by Tom Chandler
812 feet, the highest point in Rhode Island
You will not recognize any bald knob of granite
or sheer cliff face silhouetted against clouds,
in fact, you won’t realize you’re anywhere at all
except by this bullet-riddled sign by the road
that curves through these scraggled third growth
woods that was once a grove of giant pines
that were cut down for masts that were used
to build ships to sail away to the rest of the world
from the docks of Providence Harbor, their holds
filled with wool from the sheep that grazed
in the field that had once been the giant pines
till the shepherds died off and the applers took over
and grew orchards of Cortlands and Macintosh
Delicious to fill the holds of the ships that sailed
to the rest of the world from the docks of Providence
Harbor with masts made from the giant pines till
the orchards moved west along with everything
else to less glacial land and the fields became
overgrowth of berries and hobblebush crisscrossed
by walls made of stones that had slept beneath
one inch of topsoil for twelve thousand years
till the settlers found when they tried to plant crops
that this was a country that grew only rocks which
they made into walls to pen in the sheep that provided
the wool that filled the holds of the ships that sailed
to the rest of the world from the docks of Providence Harbor.
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