Apr 27, 2009 23:25
- first learned this in 3rd Grade. It's a little poem about my home state (which is not Indiana, even though I've lived here for a long time - I'm from Michigan and hope to return there to live some day).
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God knitted a mitten of sand, rock and lime
made a foundation to last through all time.
He planted its forests with hemlock and pine
then blessed it with rain and golden sunshine.
He feathered its forests and flowered white fields
then gave it a history of automobiles.
In all the wide world there's no other land
that God Himself patterned from
His Own Left Hand.
(Anonymous)
(And yes, Tim Allen wasn't kidding - we Michiganders show each other where we're from by using our hand as a map....)
michigan,
poetry