Wildwood Press

Follow the descants of your dreams To the land of sparkling singing streams Whose harmony—since time began— Plays the mystic music of Michigan. And nowhere else is the sound as sweet As where the Great Lakes waters meet, For the Upper Peninsula’s loving embrace Beckons to all with its beauty and grace.

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In forest deep, filled fair with pine, On banks where laughing waters shine, Night spreads along Chicaugon shore. Wigwams long gone; canoes no more. Pensive, pondering, here I roam, O’re paths of sandstone, rock, and loam. North wind, whispering, curls the air With legends of the tribal lair. Stars of magic, moon of light, Shimmer [...]

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