The Pit Poem by robert felstead

Men with many shovels and picks
Attack the ground hard and quick
They dig the hole to get to the stones
The ground is old and buried are bones
Remains of animals from long ago
When the ice was pushed along very slow
The stones are used in many ways
From building houses to roadways
The hole gets bigger everyday
As more and more gets taken away
Taken and used to build our land
When all was built by skilled hand
Slowly all the gravel was stole
All that was left was a big hole
It filled with water and was left alone
All around weeds and grass had grown
Birds came to drink or build a nest
Water fowl landed to have a rest
Soon there was fish swimming around
Then the man made lake was suddenly found
People started to visit and play
soon there was visitors every day
lovers walked arm in arm
Gazing at natures charm..............