Carsington Warter Poem by Pauline Clifford

I have seen your waters rising from a brook to a vast lake,
I have watched your dam constructed including the mistakes.

I have mourned the several workers, who died along the way,
I have wondered at your tunnel bringing water day by day.

Now this stretch of water nestles between the hills,
A huge liquid playground, a place of sport, relaxation and thrills.
Wind surfing, sailing, fishing and canoeing,
Cycling, a play area and seats for when there's nothing doing.

Wildlife and conservation are quite my favourite part,
Birds began to visit right from the start.

Animals, fish and insects, plants, trees and flowers, Great sources of interest, hour after hour.

Bridle paths for riding horses,
Students going round on courses.

Walking, rambling just sitting still, People doing whatever they will.

A Visitors Centre with shops and restaurant,
A place for conference and education, the facilities go on and on.

A modern 'Stonehenge' sculpture has an island of its own; along the banks everywhere new trees are being grown.

The beauty of the vista changes by the hour,
At times really scenic, at others really dour.

On still calm days the sun hangs in a clear blue sky,
The water is a mirror; the grass is baked and dry.

Cold and wintery weather changes the view again,
Grey clouds, grey water, white crested waves, snow, ice wind and rain.

And so this man-made beauty spot is the source of endless pleasure,
Let's hope we got it right for once and appreciate this treasure.