Great Turtle Rising : Birth of Mackinac Island

She rose up, great green turtle of mystery From chlliy depths of sapphire blue. Drenched in a rich history, Centuries of legend, lore and tales true. Her shores are cloaked in limestone, Ledges of jagged natural protection. This grand Turtle Island alone, Is Gitchii Manitou's perfection. From her Eastern Shore, Where the Arch rock stands tall, To lover's leap and its lore, Where Lo-Tah leaped at her lover's call. Devil's Kitchen where wen-di-gos did dwell, When the winds come lashing in Screams of their victims still echo well, Washing over the Turtle's shores again. North it's a great pillar of stone, The very wigwam of Gitchii Manitou. It stands tall, proud and lone Watching over the Isle in the jewel sea. Near the center is the crack in the island, Where the Giants fingers grasp. For when he loses grip with his hand, The great turtle will sink once again, alas.