YOUR ADVENTURE BEGINS HERE!

Over the mountains, through the valley,

Watch them run throughout Pond Gully.

The wind in their mane, the horses neigh,

Whether January, February, or even May.

Mermaids wade, and children have fun,

From the mountains high, the rivers run.

Flowing in circles, growing deep and wide,

It feels like going on a hill and gully ride.

Flowers bloom, and gardens grow,

While farmers plow and rivers flow.

Fresh air wafts across the blue skies,

On Sundays, Pond Gully comes alive.