Dear Door County

Dear Door County I sing to your shores bounded by rolling tides. I sing to Death’s Door where Green Bay and Lake Michigan meet. I sing to your grief about sailors lost. I sing to the ships your sons make in Sturgeon Bay. I sing to the canal where you set them free. I sing to the lighthouse showing the way. I sing to the bed and breakfast in Egg Harbor where tourists meet. I sing to the Maritime Museum where you tell your stories. I sing to your daughter who tells me your ways. I sing to your forests rising from the land. I sing to my visions and dreams as if I never left your shores.