The Mighty Lake Michigan Poem by Justin Reamer

As I walk upon the pier,
On a rather windy day,
I see Mighty Lake Michigan,
Calling out my name.

She calls to everyone,
With her endless blowing wind
She knows whom she talks to,
With her wind going against the shore.

The Lake is a lover,
Providing life to her children,
Those who live within her,
Experience her life.

Michie is a giver,
She gives life to her children,
To the plants that grow nearby,
She gives life tho the thirsty,
To those that wish to be clean,
And to those that want to clean, as well.

Michie is a giver of beauty and joy,
As she shows her beauty among the sunset,
Letting lovers enjoy her marvelous beauty.

She is like a mother,
Caring for people in different ways,
Happy from people enjoying her comfort,
And her comforting waters.

However, Michie can be hurt,
Getting sick from pollutants,
That enter her body,
Dying from seeing her children or her people
Getting sick or dying.
She can get hurt from seeing innocents
Drowning underneath her waters.

However, she can be angry,
For people causing death,
She shows her mighty waves,
Conquering all that is evil.

And, thus, I see Lake Michigan,
So mighty and so strong,
She is quite the maiden,
Whom Poseidon would quite fear.