In my bedroom closet in Maine, jammed between Happy Meal Inspector Gadgets, mini-skateboards, and homemade Benjamin Franklin puppets, sits a poetry book titled “The ABCs of Maine.” Its author is me, circa 1998, and its concept is simple: each letter of the alphabet begins a Maine-related word. For example: A is for Appalachian Trail.
In it are activities like watching Chickadees (Maine state bird), tracking scat (Maine animal poop), and cutting zucchini (Maine produce). All the poems, however, have something other than Maine in common. See if you can guess what it is.
Can you guess the theme?
(I’ll give you a hint… it has something to do with the type of boy I told my family, at age 4 or 5, I liked best.)