A Lake Poem by james watkin
A Lake
Its fringe is a marshland's.
Inviting views
To almost drag down, like
A spinster's 'nay'!
What glamour can be scraped
Off boating, shows
But provincial; in stunted
Pier's homely ray.
So what is it, evenings
Exhorts us chase
Each road-side lamp, to where
Mosquitos slay?
With mellow hues spilling
Over their beaks
Pelicans have gulped down
The day, the day!
Queenscliff
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