Each brilliant summer day, we stroll along Rockmont Road
We opt for this precise venue for its splendor and tranquility
Three shimmering lakes, link by islands of land
wrapped in green with budding flora
Frigid mountain water spills over from one to the next

In Summer, the brave splash around the islands
with blue lips, as they disembark the chilly water
sun drenched towels await them
the less brave prefers canoes to catch the scene
a timeless ride where naught matters beyond the allure

In Fall, the Rockmont lakes turn into a flood of colors
red, gold, bright orange, brown, warm yellow
trees reflect in the lakes, a mirror image
crisp breezes form ripples, ducks float alongside
leaves tumble and settle in the water

This time every year, biker and joggers
prefer this place for the very same pretext
as the Summer strollers and swimmers
a peaceful and impressive space to frolic