My wife, Liz, and I have been renting vacation houses in Maine for a month or more almost every summer since 1969, a total of about five years. The majority of these houses have been in two places. For the first two decades or so, we rented eight or nine cottages or farm houses on Deer Isle, an island in Penobscot Bay. After that, we moved around the state for a while, spending several vacations, for example, in a cottage right on the rocky shore of Spruce Head Island, and several in a snug house in an orchard in Hope. For the past thirteen years, we have rented an isolated old farmhouse in Weld, which is in the western mountains. From Deer Isle and Weld come these poems of eastern and western Maine.