I am from Sister Bay, Wisconsin,

where summer nights smile and laugh,

where summer days roar with family flavor—

I am from a place fluttered with fish,

where rocks dwell on the shore,

where sand sifts through my toes—

I am from watercraft rippling through the lake,

where spending days at the beach overpowers the agenda,

where playing sports in the water becomes a five hour activity—

I am from a place where jetski speed rules,

where tearing up the water satisfies thrills,

where the lake acts as a dragstrip for adrenaline—

I am from the sound of music resonating through the crisp air,

where the bass beats buzz through the lake,

where the guitar rumbles through the amp—

I am from a place where the night lights up with a bombard of fireworks,

where stars swallow up the darkness,

where the moon magnifies its grim gloom off the water—  

I am from Sister Bay, Wisconsin,

where summer nights smile and laugh,

where summer days roar with family flavor.