Superior, listen to your stolid waves
As they crash upon shores of a Canadian forest,
When they hurl the fierce winds across sandstone cliffs,
When they force a lone boat to teeter like a swing.
The ojibwa dugouts that raced across you
Ran from the clangor of your stentorian thunder,
And this has been written in Indian legends.
Superior, calm your icy tempest
For the delicate birds that migrate overhead;