The Lake without Beavers – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Up in Mount Royal park, where the city sprawls below

Lies a tranquil oasis, but there no beavers dare go

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a serene retreat

A place where one can find solace, and take a seat.

Beaver Lake, they call it, a jewel in the crown

Of this great city, a place of renown

A shimmering pool, reflecting the trees

A haven for wildlife, and those seeking ease.

In the summer, the water sparkles and shines

And the sun beats down, warming the pines

Families frolic, and couples embrace

In this idyllic setting, a perfect space.

But in the winter, the lake is transformed

Into a playground, where children are swarmed

Ice-skaters glide, and hockey sticks fly

As Montrealers revel, under a wintry sky.

Beaver Lake, a symbol of Montreal’s soul

A place of peace, where one can feel whole

Amidst the hustle and bustle of city life

A sanctuary, where one can find respite.