"Erie Waters" by E. Pauline Johnson
Wind-scattered and sun-tanned;
Some waves that curl and crash along the margin
of the strand;
And, creeping close to these
Long shores that lounge at ease,
Old Erie rocks and ripples to a fresh sou'-westem
breeze.
A sky of blue and grey;
Some stormy clouds that play
At scurrying up with ragged edge, then laughing
blow away,
Just leaving in their trail
Some snatches of a gale;
To whistling summer winds we lift a single daring
sail.
O! wind so sweet and swift,
O! danger-freighted gift
Bestowed on Erie with her waves that foam and fall
and lift,
We laugh in your wild face,
And break into a race
With flying clouds and tossing gulls that weave and
interlace.