“I love this state. It seems right here. The trees are the right height.”
            —Mitt Romney, in his home state of Michigan


Away from here, I find no trees that please—
No trees at such a perfect height as these.
For me, I cannot ever be at ease
With trees that grow no higher than one’s knees
Or too tall trees that splinter in a freeze.
Wisconsin, sure, has bragging rights on cheese.
And California’s rich in Cantonese.
And Colorado’s where to take your skis.
Connecticut, of course, has Lyme disease.
At none of these am I prepared to sneeze.
But here we have the perfect height of trees.