Lake Huron

MILES and miles of lake and forest,
Miles and miles of sky and mist ;
Marsh and shoreland, where the rushes
Rustle, wind and water kissed ;
Where the lake's great face is driving,
Driving, drifting into mist.

Miles and miles of crimson glories,
Autumn's wondrous fires ablaze ;
Miles of shoreland, red and golden,
Drifting into dream and haze,
Dreaming where the woods and vapours
Melt in myriad misty ways.

Miles and miles of lake and forest,
Miles and miles of sky and mist ;
Wild birds calling, where the rushes
Rustle, wind and water kissed ;
Where the lake's great face is driving,
Driving, drifting into mist.