Mute forests, harmony with nature some prefer
Intimate times in her lakes and fields
Cities, huge, cramped, cacophonic clamor
Hit the forest every weekend
Is still pure, when you go "way up there"
Great untouched woods of the north
Another cannot compare with the Great Lakes Splendor
None need try, none need dare as I will ferociously defend her.
Embrace her in her beauty, if perhaps someday you go,
Enojoy autumn leaves, fishing her the lakes or playing in the snow
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2014
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