Northern Girl

I can see the dust risin’
Down the long dirt road
Old purple Pontiac
Rattling on home

Little shack tucked away
In the 100 acre hills
Big barn still standin’
Where I’d swing all day

Oh how it felt
To be wild and free
Northern girl
I remember me

The forest was a haven
Brooks bubbling over stone
Trail through the trilliums,
The lake was our own

I can’t go there any more
But in my heart
I treasure the place
Where I learned to love nature’s art

Oh how it felt
To be wild and free
Northern girl
I remember me

Kira Braun