It's not the end of the world
But you can see it from there
There are places slightly like it
But most cannot compare

From the brutal winters
To the beautiful summers and falls
It has unusual qualities
God had set it above them all

It is home of the free and land of the brave
Only the boldest can survive
My family has raised six generations here
Jackpine Savage pride

People come and go
As they stay for recreation
Locals stay clear of town
For there is none to be left vacant

Aside from all the tourist attractions
There is a sense of dignity and honor
We live in a place that is one of a kind
Two peninsulas, surrounded by water

The land is harsh and the climate is bitter
But there is no place I'd rather be
God set me upon this land
Where my spirit and soul run free

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