A poem by my friend Michael Berube

A Maine Pagan

I’m a Maine Pagan and this is my place,
I’ve got Wind in my hair and Sun on my face,
I’m a Maine Pagan and I love this Land,
My feet on the ground, it’s here I will stand.

My people have been here for 400 years,
Working the woods and hunting the deer,
Planting the fields and running the mills,
Living hard lives from the coast to the hills.

I’m a Maine Pagan and this is my place,
I’ve got Wind in my hair and Sun on my face,
I’m a Maine Pagan and I love this Land,
My feet on the ground, it’s here I will stand.

If you’ve only just got here and decided to stay
We’re all Kin to Nature in The Mother’s wild way,
If the State of Maine calls and you follow Her lead
It’s sure we’ll be here in you hour of need.

I’m a Maine Pagan and this is my place,
I’ve got Wind in my hair and Sun on my face,
I’m a Maine Pagan and I love this Land,
My feet on the ground, it’s here I will stand.

From the Merrimack River to Calais Down East,
to The County up North our drums they do beat,
From the cobbles of Portland to the Woods in the West
We’re proud to be Pagan and doing our best.

I’m a Maine Pagan and this is my place,
I’ve got Wind in my hair and Sun on my face,
I’m a Maine Pagan and I love this Land,
My feet on the ground, it’s here I will stand.

We are Maine Pagans and this is our place,
We’ve got Dust in our hair and Grass over our face,
We’re Maine Pagans and we’ll love this Land,
Our Bones in the ground, on which we did stand.

— Michael Bérubé