(Judge on merits of first image - the rest is shameless advertising)
-- Commemorating the last view seen by an anonymous author before being unceremoniously thrown in the lake for trying to pay his bar tab with the following poem, ruining a fine linen tablecloth:
"Swift Lautstark roars, surging through strands to swell a fresh sea, shaded by stand of towering timber. There traders and tinkers barter and traffic tasty taters, or tools wrought from brawny wood: winsome and worldly. Where all are welcome, and widows wager with priests and princes on sport - or prattle in paneled taprooms and parochial pubs."
