Dash it!! The power, or the computer, cut the power and wiped out what I had written, not of it saved except the title, so I have to go back to the drawing board. So here is a different version of what I had started but in poem form. This is about a lagoon where we used to pump water to fill out tanks when no rain fell.
The surface of the water
Was as smooth as glass,
Not a ripple to be seen.
The smoothness broken,
By wind or rain.
No birds dare to swim
Disturb the surface of the water.
No animals approached,
The deep water of the lagoon.
Their life would be at risk,
To quench their thirst there
Which would be their last.
Never to be seen again.
Not a sound could be heard,
On or around the lagoon.
The Bunyip would raise
His big hairy arm above the water
To drag the unwary invader,
Down the bottom to a watery grave.
Trucks, boats, and cattle sank,
Beneath the surface of the lagoon.
No one dared to enter the water,
To retrieve their possessions.
Everyone was afraid of the big hairy arm.
If they dared to disturb the Bunyip in his lagoon.