The city lies directly back Of where my blue waves dance and play, And countless children run along My golden sands, the livelong day: On the great squares of brick and stone The teeming town, the busy mart, I turn my back, and call my own The spot where gay-robed bathers dart Into my cool, refreshing spray That breaks in steady rhythm on The wide and ever-welcoming way, Singing an old, familiar song:— "Along my shores the red men ran— I am Mushguma—Michigan!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST DRIVING INTO LARAMIE by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |