M'Art

07/23/2026

Songs about Caro . . . Two!

07/10/2026

07/10/2026

Fire Flies! Against the Evening Skies.

07/06/2026

Another Song . . . Bella!

07/04/2026

Yes it is done . . . In Michigan!

07/01/2026

Time to Chime . . . In Michigan where the fun has just begun!

05/31/2026

The dust of old paths, the turn of the trail,
Where Indianfields waits for the dawn to break clear,
A promise whispered on the shifting gale,
Bringing the future we’ve dreamt of so near.
We walk through the shadows of what used to be,
With seeds of tomorrow held tight in our hands,
Looking ahead to the day we will see
Our vision take root in these wide, open lands.

The valley unfolds in the great flatlands country,
A canvas of green stretching out to the sky,
Where patience and labor will flourish abundantly,
And harvest will answer the years drifting by.
The soil holds a promise of bountiful yields,
A richness that waits for the right time to wake,
Transforming the wild and the quieted fields
For every bold step that we manage to take.

The horizons are wide, and the dreaming is deep,
But someday the phantom-like hopes will come true.
The vows that we made are the vows we will keep,
To see this old country born waking and new.
From the dust of the trail to the wealth of the plain,
The reality rises, majestic and grand,
As sunlight breaks over the ridges again,
To bless the great yields of our beautiful land.