Between the Lakes at The Narrows

- In the gentle morning haze - as light unveils the day, The Narrows whisper softly - where the still waters lay. Beneath the surface - Flathead and Bream silently sway, A dance of shadows and light - in the early sun’s ray. - Anglers cast their hopes - in the calm - expecting grace, Dreaming of the Mullaway - in a quiet - deep embrace. Lines set gently on the water - each in its place, Waiting for the pull - a sign - of nature’s trace. - Softly flow - waters deep - between the lakes’ embrace, The Narrows sing of peace - beneath the sky’s vast space. Here where eagles soar - and the gentle currents trace, Mallacoota’s heart beats - in nature’s quiet grace. - Kayakers glide - their paddles stirring the serene, Through tranquil waters - through scenes so lush and green. From Captain’s Creek to where the Southwest Arms have been, A journey through nature’s beauty - so vivid and unseen. - Majestic Sea Eagles soar - their wings spread wide and sure, Over The Narrows - in a silent - powerful allure. Hunting with precision - their eyes keen and pure, Masters of the skies - in their reign secure. - Softly flow - waters deep - between the lakes’ embrace, The Narrows sing of peace - beneath the sky’s vast space. Here where eagles soar - and the gentle currents trace, Mallacoota’s heart beats - in nature’s quiet grace. As the sun climbs high - its golden light spills over, Illuminating The Narrows - where fish and fowl hover. The dance of day unfolds - from cover to cover, In this land of water - the wild does discover. The gentle rustle of the wind - through the reeds it whispers, Telling tales of old - of settlers - of fishers. The Narrows - a cradle of life - a painter’s picture, Where every moment spent - adds to its rich mixture. Softly flow - waters deep - between the lakes’ embrace, The Narrows sing of peace - beneath the sky’s vast space. Here where eagles soar - and the gentle currents trace, Mallacoota’s heart beats - in nature’s quiet grace. Evening comes - and the light begins to wane, The Narrows hold the glow - of the sunset’s stain. Colours blend on the canvas - an artist’s refrain, In strokes of crimson and gold - a visual campaign. Night descends - and the stars start to appear, Above The Narrows - the heavens come near. A tranquil lullaby - the dark waters cheer, Under the moon’s soft glow - everything is clear. Softly flow - waters deep - between the lakes’ embrace, The Narrows sing of peace - beneath the sky’s vast space. Here where eagles soar - and the gentle currents trace, Mallacoota’s heart beats - in nature’s quiet grace. Morning returns - and the cycle starts anew, The Narrows wake to skies - of a brightening blue. Life continues in rhythm - in a daily renew, Between the lakes at The Narrows - where life holds true. So here's to The Narrows - a sanctuary so bold, In the heart of Mallacoota - stories manifold. Between the lakes - under the sun’s gold, A haven of peace - in the fold.