Phyl Lobl, 1987
River light, moths in flight
Trout rise swiftly to the bite
Sky of drifting diamonds fades away
Stolen by the power- brokers play
And the Shannon Rise will rise no more
A beach lies drowned off Pedder’s shore
The tumbling gorge with its constant roar
Drives a warning sound to the ground
Mountain light, sunshine bright
Curve of sand held in my sight
Blushing pearl now fifty fathoms deep
The favoured jewel we weren’t allowed to keep
Tumbling light, foaming bright
Waterfall of endless flight
Thundering its message loud and long
Wilderness is wonderful, be strong!
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