I took my daily walk to Angler’s Cove today

To put it mildly, I was simply blown away

Reddish brown gook on the water was piled high

Posing the question to myself, I asked why?

Climbing the short steps up to Ferrari Pond

To the tranquil waters of which beavers are fond

There the reddish gook was more of the same

Are we allowed to query or perhaps place blame

Yes, there are plenty of wild birds and fowl to see

And the dogs who walk folks are happy as can be

This once idyllic scene was built for us to enjoy

But Mother Nature has seen fit to try and destroy

Often I’ve crossed on the wooden bridge planks

And seen gramps/grand kids – their faces blanks

They’ve come for quality time but can’t catch a fish

Do they ever restock the cove – they sure wish!

What’s the solution for cleaning up this mess

I haven’t a clue and I’ll be the first to confess

But somebody, somewhere, has an answer I’m sure

So let’s get with them and arrive at a viable cure

DICK ROONEY, LincolN