Windermere Poem by Paul Reed

We leaned on the brass and oak railings
And watched as the water churned
Billowing green candy-floss clouds
As the propeller turned;
Watched as a million tiny starlets
On tops of ripples flashed
Dispersed to heaven and back
As the propeller thrashed;
Edging closer to the landing platform
We looked back at our wended way
Past islets clumped with green
Past each inlet and bay;
Took in the greatness of the lake
The rugged mountains and peaked backcloth
But now it was time for leaving
Our memories scattered amongst the froth