This Land Is My Land

Great untouched woods of the north Where pines still grow a hundred foot Small valleys, no vast mountains Where every few miles runs a natural fountain We have an upper and a lower half Summers so perfect- always sigh 'n' laugh Wolves still howl in places far and deep Moose and deer frolick, play and leap. Surrounded all sides by the Great Lakes The state one and only- make no mistake Cities, huge, cramped, cacophonic clamor Deep woods, so silent, rare a flashy glamour Mute forests, harmony with nature some prefer Shrill of streets, dogs, and cars some infer Full of culture and fellowship- we citizens This magical place of peace is my state- Michigan. A. Green Written for the "MY LAND IS MY HOME" Poetry Contest by Skat