Dear BEST,
I was inspired by the lake swim a few weekends ago, I went home and created a poem about the Henleaze lake.
Here goes. I hope you like it!!!!!!!!
THE LAKE
The lake, silent and undisturbed,
Soft ripples around the edge,
The early morning sun rises over the trees,
The lake seems to come back from the dead.
The sun shining and smiling down,
Making it glisten and shine,
It twinkles with a cheeky hint,
The edge is no straight line.
But under it’s magical, mystical glow,
The lake isn’t quite so inviting,
It is actually dull and really quite cold,
If you got in you would be fighting.
Once it has you in its grasp,
You can no longer see,
It’s dark and green and still very cold,
It makes you want to flee.
You cannot see to the bottom,
There are no lines on the floor,
Therefore it’s not as clean as a swimming pool,
Lying on the bottom could be part of a door.
The lake is not all bad though,
The glisten is a wish,
Its home to plenty of wildlife,
And that includes fish.
So if you fancy a dip,
Yes it may be cold,
But just make sure you keep your mouth closed,
As not to swallow any fish of gold.