"Are your skies still
free of smoke and haze
Do your old folks still remember days
When your skyline was
a grove of Norway pines
Does the North Wind
whistle through your trees
Can you still smell
wildflowers on the breeze
Do bass and pike still
play with fishing lines
Do your children
still walk the rails
Or discover hidden Indian trails
Do canoes glide
through Minnesota streams
Can you hear the cry
of the lonely loon
Do wolves still howl
at your full moon
Is Viking Land still
Mother Nature’s dream
How I miss my Minnesota Blue
Oh, how I miss my Minnesota Blue."
-Keith Haugen