by Mike Wilson

Created on: February 24, 2011

I come from a powdered basin, 

     Life hides beneath the white,

     Through dreary December dusk.

     The 'Ganders wish to hasten

     The frigid foe they fight

     Yet goodbye is slow and brusque.

I come from a sun-kissed Mitten

     Where summer's soft breeze

      Treads lightly over the Greats.

     June's rays make our people smitten,

     The weather brings joy to those who listen.

     West winds whisper tales of wonder

     From Pacific Plains from far on yonder.

     Forgetting some tales from foreign seas.

I come from the state of Michigan.

I come from a land of change.

     I love the state I'm living in,

     Everywhere else is strange!

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