Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
Lakes Entrance
Bluest of waters,
Golden sand.
Fresh sea breazes,
And wild life sounds
We took a cruise,
Around these lakes.
And oh what splendors,
Did it awake.
I don't have a bad memory,
Around such places.
From childhood to adult,
I see only happy faces.
Art and poem
By
Annmaree Mitchell