LAKE CHELTON PARK
Our sinkhole pond has now become a lake,
But not because of some momentous quake
That opened up the earth and swallowed trees,
While devastating nearby properties.
It’s politics and economics that
Have newly designated this old plat
“Lake Chelton,” posted on a fancy sign
Intruding on the towering oak and pine.
Another sign admonishes no more
Shall dogs that used to scurry by the shore
Run there unleashed, their frolic now constrained,
Perhaps because some duck or squirrel complained.
This city has become too gentrified,
A trait this verse is fashioned to deride.