The Beauty of Michigan

Every other summer we travel to Michigan The landscape's so open and calm The beauty of the tall hills of sand The beauty of the freshwater lake All the hills are mounds of sand The dune grass poking beneath your feet The feel of the grains on every part of you Lying down The heat of the sun hidden by trees The light still permeating the air The sun illuminating the beautiful shoreline The sparkling waves under the sun's harsh glare The hills are alive with the sound of music- The music of deer clip-clopping around Jumping over whatever gets in their way They pause and listen for a safe sound The water moving gracefully up and down in the lake The waves moving at their own pace The ease at which they vertically stroll Every one in its place Walking to the beach and seeing other people Burying yourself in a hole Letting the waves wash over your body You feel whole The ocean cannot be told what to do; it moves along by itself Crashing against the weathered sand. Staying calmly in one place. You hear a loud 'pop!' and look 'round in surprise You realize it's Fourth of July You walk to the fire with a smile on your face And know you can't ever say goodbye Pentwater, Michigan's such a great town The people are friendly, the town is small So easy to go through, so beautiful to see The real world is hidden behind this small wall Sitting around, eating Blue Moon Watching the band perform Lying on the grass with a blanket inbetween Enjoying the unity of family At night when you can just walk through the town You find all the beaches, the lightouses too You smile as you notice the beauty of sunset You love this town and it loves you too You walk to the house and see family and friends You go out and start climbing hills You walk through the woods, the dense hills of trees You smile and laugh and have fun Running up to the attic and running back down The creaks of old stairs underfoot The warmth in your body from the shaky old place The place that means everything to you You return to the beach and pick up some sand, throw it and hide in a fort The sand's a great hideout 'til the wall crashes down And your friends come in and get you You jump in the lake and feel the cool water Flowing all over your skin You dive underneath and are freezing but laughing And splashing all of your friends The day starts to end and you go to the fire Making s'mores and just warming up You look into the fire and start to grow tired Then walk back down to the beach Looking up at the sky from down below The sunset removing your breath You realize what place you really are in And know you are finally home.