* Wednesday March 27th 2013 Breathe of Michigan Prose
Chapped moist lips, frozen
Water drenched my feet up to
My waist sun bare on my shoulders
Felt the wind blow it was warm. My hands
Are up in the air and I shout out,
" Praise God, thank you for this weather,"
I took a deep breath the sweet
Scent of the Lake Michigan
Want to remember this as the
Sweet scent of home.
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