The Queen of Maryland

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This poem was inspired by traveling through the Old Line State. I think I wrote this after returning home from Washington D.C. There are allusions to Maryland. Metaphors but no similes. I hope to write a series of these for all 50 states. So far one now, 49 to go.

 

She takes my breath away
Whenever she glides across the room
My mouth drops open
And I thank God for the opportunity to see her in full bloom
Dandelion-colored hair flying with the breeze
She's easy on the eyes
And softer on the soul
She makes the cold-hearted stone statures cry
Maryland gave us her finest pearl
The state fished from the sea
You take Annapolis and Baltimore
And I take the girl bathed in beauty
I'm so glad she crossed the Mason-Dixon Line
People marked on their calendars the date
That she crossed the legendary dividing border
From the Old Line State to the Keystone State
Alas, poor Maryland lost the marvelous prize
But she still is the queen of the Annapolis shore
The baroness of Baltimore
And the grandest title of all, the Queen of Maryland






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