To the editor:

A town on the coast, where the world wants to be. Low taxes and scenery! This place is for me!
What beautiful farms, with their majestic creatures. Can’t wait to see what else this town features! 

Oh no ... what is that ... a rooster a calling?
And did that swine just poo, because that is appalling!
I shall run to town hall and raise up my fist!
Because God knows my husband did not pay 850K for this! 

Right to farm they say! But what do they know?
I just moved to town, so I better show,
How regulatory boards and restrictions are best. Just put your years of agricultural knowledge to rest. 

Ah, those tenant farmers! Now here’s my chance!
I’ll push my agenda, without even a glance.
Of the lives of the real Westport farmers around,
You know the ones, amongst others, that built this great town. 

I chose to move here because I liked it so much.
But found it imperfect without my touch.
And gasp what is this? The town has now voted?! And not of MY wishes, they must have been goaded! 

I don’t get my way? Just how can this be?!
No one knows Westport better than ME!
So I’ll write to the paper with a cry and a moan.
While the town’s people wish that I would now go home. 

Rebecca Haines Mosher

Westport