• I feel the calling of the land,
    The trees and summer streams;
    The thunderstorms and sun-drenched lakes,
    The land of boyhood dreams.

    The little town where someone’s dad
    Owned every shop and store;
    And every face you saw you knew
    And welcomed at your door.

    A forest full of mystery,
    An undiscovered find
    That flexed imagination
    In an adolescent mind.

    The place my seed was rooted
    In fields where I once grew;
    The home of every memory
    Of everything once new.

    Beneath the sea of motion,
    Beneath the waves and foam,
    I rest on its foundation -
    Michigan is home.