The ties that find, nurture and bind,
That bring them home from where they roam,
Epicenter, here they enter,
Family land, from hand to hand.
King trees enclose this place that grows,
Within the heart, when far apart,
Its living lake, their thirst does slake.
Cabin of wood through decades stood,
It held them strong, brought them along,
From child to man, they hiked and ran,
They rowed in boats, their tubes afloat,
They swam with loons, heard cricket tunes,
Walked on the beach, sweet laughter reached
From shore to shore, they echoed more,
Hiked peaks so bold, then cooked on coals,
The bounty sown on land hard-grown,
They say their grace to bless this place.
In summer breeze with songs of leaves,
All rest their heads in downy beds,
And vow they’ll come with each year’s sun,
Their spirits, kindred, every one