I owned a home in Good Hart on Lake Michigan – 18 miles north of Harbor Springs and 7 miles south of Cross Village on M-119, the Tunnel of Trees – for 34 years, until my wife and I sold it a few years ago. Fortunately, we sold the home to family and are still able to visit Good Hart regularly. I’m pleased and grateful to report that my book – SLOW RIVERS, Poems from My Sixties – is now available at the Good Hart General Store. If you find yourself driving the Tunnel of Trees – one of America’s most beautiful drives – be sure to stop at the Good Hart General Store for a bite to eat, friendly conversation and a magnificent array of Northern Michigan treasures. Oh, and don’t forget to take home one of their world-famous chicken pot pies. You can even ship one to a friend, so what are you waiting for . . . get thee to the Good Hart Store!
You can also purchase or order SLOW RIVERS from your local bookseller, which is a much better option than further enriching Jeff Bezos; agreed? As I have done in the past, I will highlight other Michigan bookstores which carry SLOW RIVERS in future posts here.
In keeping with the Good Hart theme, the poem below was written during a cold June morning in Goodhart . . . back in the days when I sold wine in Northern Michigan.
OCCASIONALLY IN JUNE
northern Lake Michigan
Rising to grey skies,
with winds born on the Plains
blowing across the Big Lake,
it's hard to credit June today.
Coyotes stroll the beach
as if it were still winter
and nearby homes abandoned,
while only newly budded trees
give lie to the certainty of snow.
But I have nowhere to go
and no one to please,
so I have no objection
to a wintry day in June-
no objection at all.
Lake Michigan from the beach in Goodhart.
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