The poet's foreword says he began all this on one fine day. It must have been finer than morning in an adjacent state by the looks of the result. What a sweep! What a breadth! What a memory! Who's left out here? Nobody I know. Virginia is 475 miles long but averages half that, which means here we have about one page per mile of her right across. He cautions that a reading voice with the proper pronunciation of "Hanover" and "Henrico" is advisable. THE POLECAT PRIZE RAN OFF ALL OTHERS Some versifier came and sowed many a thunderation ode. This got the Golden Polecat Prize, the one that draws the market flies, awarding a chief excellence that chases all the others hence; puts to shame and in the shade the Armadillo Accolade, and that eternal charnel foist so-called the yearly critics' choist. It strands our thunderation moot what's really worth a second hoot. For some 'twill always be roast beef, but, after that, Virginia leaf.