I hear the Lake, it's calling
"Come North, Come North to me."
Wild, mysterious, it is calling;
Awesome, majestic, and free.
I've seen Erie and Ontario,
Michigan, Huron, and more;
But none match Lake Superior
Or its wild, wind swept shore.
I hear the Lake, it's calling,
In my heart I hear it's plea.
Mysteriously it's calling
"Come North, Come North to me."
(September 4, 1998. © 1998 All rights reserved.)
Monday, March 1, 2010
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