The old mill stream in Goldhead Park,
is a daydream for we mortals.
Cipher mossy rocks and fiddleheads,
meandering, crystal waters.
Ponder rocks
strung out along the bank,
a rosary for your thoughts.
Chattoyant water,
tinsel streaks on cashmere sands.
Be Gulliver in this land
of dew and palm and hoary,trailing moss!
No limits to the fancy thoughts,
at any moment one could see
a fairy or a water sprite,
sprung from this hidden grotto.
Down the stone staircase,
into the cleft
carved by those aqua waters,
Indulge your nature fantasies
in this exotic, ferny, old mill stream.
If your legs can just make the climb
down the stairs,
to rewind your mind!
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