"Sylamore Creek"


The whole community shares your beauty
and the tourist all love you so...
But who amoung us controls your future,
and who'll damn your waters flow!

It seems that you posses a treasure
and for profit the treasure is claimed.
For some this act will be rewarding
though it leaves your beauty stained!

To the rest it seems they have no choice
but to see you be destroyed.
The damage to you just breaks my heart
and it leaves an empty void.

Your waters that once ran so clear
are forever sketched in my mind.
But each day your fate is drawing near
as you're covered by old green slime!

Soon the tourist will no longer come
to fish or maybe swim ...
Since you were raped of all your beauty,
It seems you've been condemned!



"Poor Boy" ©2004 dr_tigger@yahoo.com  All rights reserved.
Gary Reynolds (AKA) dr_tigger
September 14, 2004



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