Stretched out to
catch the warmth of sunny streams.
New planks tell
lies about its true birth date,
Antique timber
piles splash in water’s gleams.
It once welcomed
the city’s men of name,
Who trawled for
prawns and hooked fish in the flows
And slept on lush
green banks that soon became
The parks that
housed plush caravans in rows.
This lake sprawls
sparkling in the summer ‘s height
When breezes fan
hot houses on the hills
That loom like
blue clouds in timeless twilight
And bend at dusk to
showcase sunset’s thrills.
Then hunting
birds glide tired to their rests
In lakeside reeds that
simulate safe nests.
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