By Torrens Lake, Adelaide

Stippled clouds, low flying gulls
An Indian-looking bandstand, sculls
And paddle-boats at stately speed
Fulfill the tourist’s every need.

Behind the rows of trees are cars
Slow walkers and some scattered bars
Cyclists and joggers skirt the lake
Black swans in convey glide in state.

On the banks an elongated block
Where festivals of music rock
Two fountains bring life to the scene
Their plashing jets enhance the green.

The heat cannot be heard but felt
Sun sparkles on the lake’s blue belt
Ten minutes on a bench I sit
And pen these lines like photo click.

(written in 2010)

(c) Poet in the woods 2013