The following is a poem I found, written by my Great-grandfather, George Coutoumanos.
Autumn Pictures of Saugatuck
by George Coutoumanos
Spirits of Indians, idols and gods
Silently hover over the beautiful Michigan dunes
While muses begin their autumn dance with music and song
And with gaiety
Greet the charming village of Saugatuck.
Pine trees waft their delicate perfume
Over the historic harbor,
Where shy nymphs bathe in summer
And nature lovers bow in prayer.
White-capped waves kiss the coast
Of great Lake Michigan.
Winds blow the shifting sands,
Changing old wonders into new beauties.
Falling leaves decorate the earth
With autumn colors
To welcome the White King—
Beloved son of Nature.
The father of dunes,
He sees the last of Indian youths
And of white pioneers that yet remain.
The calmly flowing Kalamazoo
Still keeps the mystery of magic nights
While moon and stars join
To yield true love that never dies.
Saugatuck, dear Saugatuck,
Charming dreamland of artists and lovers.
Thank you Betty. It is really lovely, isn’t it?
What a lovely poem! The talent runs deep in your family!!!