The Call of The Lake

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.)