Grand State of Maine

Grand State of Maine,
proudly we sing
To tell your glories to the land,
To shout your praise till the echoes ring.
Should fate unkind
send us to roam,
The scent of the fragrant pines,
the tang of the salty sea
Will call us home.
Oh, Pine Tree State,
Your woods, fields and hills,
Your lakes, streams and rock bound coast
Will ever fill our hearts with thrills,
And tho' we seek far and wide
Our search will be in vain,
To find a fairer spot on earth
Than Maine! Maine! Maine!
-Roger Vinton Snow (1890-1952)

The Point

The Point is the end and the beginning. Waking with the sun, even at 5am, is a remarkable thing. Each day we rise effortlessly in anticipation of the glorious colors the skyline has been painted.

There is ceremony in sunrise and with sunset. We rise in our own personal space, quiet and in solidarity, and we end with a a sunset of communal drink, gazing off into the western sky. Time feels still even as we watch the last of the light swiftly slip away.