“….The mirth of dipping children as wakes of droning motorboats lap a lake.
Bluebirds have woven a love nest in a stilted, rough-hewn, wooden house.
By a stonewall wild berries grow swollen from green to a misty blue hue.
As we ride bikes beside a hayfield, we rouse the flight of a russet grouse….
We're in awe of honeyed summertime and the harmony of its resonance.’’


― From David B. Lentz’s Sonnets on the Common Man: New Hampshire Verse