The great Wisconsin poet. We're not usually thought of as a poetic people. Well, we aren't. But the impulse is still there. From the New Goose:
On Columbus Day he set out for the north to inspect his forty acres, brought back a plaster of Paris deer-head and food from the grocers and bakers, a wall-thermometer to tell if he's cold, a new kind of paring knife, and painted in red, a bluebottle gentian for the queen, his wife.
And another from the same collection:
For sun and moon and radio farmers pay dearly; their natural resource: turn the world off early.And one from her later Homemade/Handmade Poems:
Consider at the outset: to be thin for thought or thick cream blossomy Many things are better flavored with bacon Sweet Life, My love: didn't you ever try this delicacy -- the marrow in the bone? And don't be afraid to pour wine over cabbageIt nicely encapsulates the Wisconsin philosophy of life. (Especially the fourth and fifth lines.)