Gurgling Ice

When I was a young lad on a cold winter's day
And sometimes looking to pass the time away
Following my dreams various paths I took
One of my favorites was Marvin Brook
I'd stroll on the ice and view the formations
Of water swirling around God's little creations
Man could never make such a treasure
As could be seen only in God's nature
Later I'd go up to the old Lockhart Mill
Located at the foot of Hagerman's Hill
The works underneath would blow my mind
Like the big water wheel, now iced in time
The ice and water symphony there
No multimedia could ever compare
And then the mill pond where we all skated
When we were young and not so aged
The Beaver's home was just ahead
But they were all sleeping, in their little beds
Just hibernating and dreaming on
Of coming spring and building a pond
With a house in the middle and an entrance below
Where the little ones could come and go
Creatures and creations, who could ask for more
Experience it all when you choose to explore
Knowledge doesn't come only from books
Sometimes it's in ice at the bottom of the brook