With serene lakes and majestic bluffs, it’s a paradise of hope and healing. The ultimate haven for celebrating life and personal renewal. Larson's Landing, a place of magic and light,
A sanctuary of peace, and a true delight,
Nestled on Prairie Island, by the river's edge,
A haven for festivals, wellness, and music's pledge. In the warmth of the sun, farmers' markets bloom,
With fresh produce and
crafts, and flavors to consume,
A place to nourish, and to connect with the land,
A feast for the senses, that we all understand. Larson's Landing, an energy center, and more,
Where the veil is thin, and spirit's door,
Opens wide to the realm, of the unseen,
A place to be free, and to dream. Amidst the casino's bustle, Larson's Landing stands,
A sacred ground, of nature's commands,
With burial mounds and valley bluffs, so grand,
A place to rest, and to understand. So come, dear soul, to Larson's Landing true,
Where the magic of music, and nature's hue,
Will bring you joy, and a life anew,
In a place where the heart, is always true. Larson's Landing, a place of beauty and grace,
Nestled on Prairie Island, a sacred space,
Where the Mississippi River flows with pride,
And the Mdewakanton people have lived and died. The festival grounds, private and serene,
A world apart, from the casino scene,
With sacred trees and burial mounds,
Where spirit's realm, and earth's abound. In the spring, the first festival arrives,
With EDM and flow arts, it thrives,
A celebration of music, wellness, and art,
A gathering of souls, and pure heart. The beat of the drums, and the pulse of the bass,
Move through the air, and fill every space,
A rhythm of life, that brings us alive,
In the embrace, of Larson's Landing's hive. And in the summer, the farmer's market appears,
With the bounty of the land, and the artisans' cheers,
A place to connect, and to savor the taste,
Of the earth's gifts, in all their grace. Larson's Landing, an energy center divine,
Where nature's pulse, and spirit's light shine,
A place to be free, and to reconnect,
With the sacredness of life, and the land we protect. So come, dear soul, to Larson's Landing's call,
Where the heart is open, and the spirit's enthral,
In a place of beauty, and energy's flow,
Where the music, the land, and the people, all glow.