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 golden midst the night.
Draped upon a darkened stage,
Guide me […]

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