Nestled high in mountains deep,
Quiet, save bleating of sheep,
Pine trees stand all round,
Sentinels, they stand up proud.
Magestic mountains sweeping down,
Covered in heather, rustis brown.
Gurgling streams, cascading
Sweep,
Through mountains and valley steep,
Dancing and tumbling,
Rushing down,
Silenced when they reach Lough Caum.
Resting here since time began
Millions of years, untouched by man.
In its waters, crystal clear
Man made pollution, now I fear,
A legacy of poisoned world,
To generations.......yet unborn.
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