Just across a river—
Not too large
But still too far—
Lies another state.
The same as me
And yet,
So very much
An alien place
Full of yoopers and pasties,
And ‘Ganders (those nasty
Wolverines that bite and claw
When you tell them they talk funny
Kind of like us,
But we
Are sophisticated
Down here
South of the river
Where fires roar
But we endure,
Where we live free
From fields to shore,
Where we call home:
South of the river).