300 Lakes
Over 300 puddles of Sudbury lakes
once scraped by a glacier in hundreds of shapes.
Now filled with fresh water for everyones taste
like playing or boating wherever they're placed.
Some fish them or ski them in winter or summer.
Ski Doo them; Sea Doo them and bring them in Hummers.
There's swimmers and soakers with masks and with fins
to snorklers and divers with tanks and black skins.
With sunshine for tanners at rest on the shores
to moonlight and coolers; our social outdoors.
So don't ask your friends who they're coming to see.
when Living With Lakes means sharing is free.
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