On the shores of Saginaw Bay
Gravelly Shoals blinks steady
Where as a child I did play
The air fresh and heady
The Perch they sang nightly
Of depths and darkness deep
As they swam by my dock
Voices mild and meek
Small stones underfoot
Treasures to be found
Seaglass here, petosky there
Eyes focused on the ground
Wind from the South
Meant mighty waves crashing
On the shoreline always changing
Sands shifting from the water’s smashing
The baby trees planted by grandpa
Are almost all gone now
Time, and the axe
Giving them their final bow
Springtime meant opening things up
Summer meant fun growing up
The fall was time to shutter
And winter was no time at all.
Softly white and secret
Not a soul in sight
My fire crackled brightly
As the ice sang a saw bow song
It’s where I first left home
It’s where I fell in love with my wife
There’s no place I’d rather roam
For the rest of my life.
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