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
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