Gros Cap is colorful with a glorious view

The summers are green and the skies are blue.

The springs are quiet except for the waters' rush

And the people they scurry, into their gardens they fuss.

The summer nights are bright (with insects), and long

The birds can be seen and heard in song.

Strangers, visitors, and friends, find their way here too

To climb the point, eat fish, and also canoe back to the Soo.

Too soon the leaves turn color and fall

The geese fly south; you can hear their call

Lake Superior turns dark, and forbidding waves clip

The freighters hurry to complete their last trip.

The trees are now bare, and the leaves fly sky high

Too many to burn - so put them into the compost pile.

The gardens are empty, contents bottled, sold, or put in store.

The nights are quiet, strangers don't come any more.

The winters are cold, serene and ever so white

The snow barely covers the ground or is a mile high and light

The quiet is broken with the snowmachine’s roar

As skiers follow their tracks or make new trails galore.

Out on the lake, the skaters are keen

Aeroplanes overhead daily, are also part of the scene

Gros Cap is our home, we chose it from the rest

Gros Cap is our home, we think it is the best.

By Sandy Fulcher