Gnangara Lake
I sadly gaze out at sand galore,
we had family picnics on this shore.
Excited kids ran in for a swim,
beautiful trees grew around rim.
Sandwiches, cakes and watermelon,
minted lemon squash by the gallon.
Sat on white sand, under paperbarks,
overhead the sound of crows “ark”.
Zinc on our lips we’d laze and chat.
Only the grown ups wore sun hats.
Sometimes we played a game of cricket,
hitting tennis balls into the thicket.
Us kids played chasey on the beach,
ran to our Mums with blood sucking leech.
Water all gone where we had fun.
Gnangara once full now has none.
We’ll never again see that sight,
of Gnangara Lake in summer light.
Glistening blue and full to the brim,
where Wanneroo kids used to swim.
penned by Judy Paice January 2007
Please tell me what you think
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Very relateable
Where I live most of the lakes are dry also. I can remember going to a couple of them as a kid and now there's nothing. Well done on this one.
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Ah, Judy...this is indeed a tragedy
Sadly, I have only ever seen it as a dried up lake-bed.
However, your words paint the picture very well, and in my mind's eye I can see how it used to be.
Such a sad story of loss...thank god for memories, hey?
Well done. Lovely work here
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