Tucked Away In Bethel, Maine

You smell a lot of pine
tucked away in Bethel, Maine
you lose track of time
glancing at mountains
clouds dancing on their peaks
to the furtive beat
from the beak of a chickadee.

You don't see many other people
tucked away in Bethel, Maine
you feel like a mountain man
lost in cottage country
where black bears roam.

You see the covered bridge
tucked away in Bethel, Maine
a piece of art
glancing out at the water
making Sunday River runs
with parading escapades.

What do you do
tucked away in Bethel, Maine
when ski lifts are closed
and the summer wind blows
far away from home?