No Vermonters In Heaven?

In an effort to keep the content coming on here, I've decided to share a poem that I came across when I was a kid. My grandmother had it framed in her kitchen, and my father now has in his. Even though I've read it over and over, it still touches me today (shh... sometimes it even brings a tear to my eye). It's called No Vermonters in Heaven, and I've since learned that it was written by Dr. Ernest Fenwick Johnstone. I'm not sure how old it is, but it does a great job of summing up the spirit of Vermonters.

Rather than quote the entire poem here, use this link to see what I mean.

(Oh, and in case you're wondering, this photo was taken from the front lawn of the house I grew up in. Lucky me, eh?)