Across the river, what a view,
Such wondrous places are so few.
Water so cool and very clear,
Home of wildlife, coming so near.
Pelicans flying here to fish,
For better food they could not wish.
The mighty eagle here is found,
Also for fish it looks around.
It’s the home of the tall white pine,
Towering giant, oh so fine.
There is nothing quite like the sounds
Of wind through pines, music abounds.
Little ducklings bobbing along,
Tiny they are, swimming so strong.
Such bounty, for all to enjoy,
Yet quickly careless fire can destroy.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.