In Michigan, My Michigan,
There’s Great Lakes and forest trees,
The robin sets down to rest.
Among the beauty is white pine,
Their glory Spring of life,
The sun melts through them all.
Between Isle Royale and Petoskey,
The brook trout, brings us new life
The apple blossoms bloom down below.
If you seek a peasant place,
If you seek a pleasant place,
Look, look, look… about you.
This poem is a song written in 2007 to honor the great state of Michigan. Though I appreciate our current unofficial song Michigan My Michigan, I wanted to write a more pleasurable song.
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