Patsiliga
The damn still stands at Fickling Mill
Holding water after all these years
On the creek called Patsiliga
Homeland of Indian braves and ladies
Now Patsiliga is polluted
Contains high levels of mercury unsuited
For fish and wildlife unsafe to eat
From these waters take no meat
(Went by Fickling Mill and Patsiliga Creek for the funeral on the weekend. I love the
word Patsiliga(in the Indian's language it means pigeons roosting place). This is
beautiful farming country down in Taylor County. I looked up some info on mercury
and found that something about the combination of leaves and other natural
residue somehow holds onto the mercury. I don't know from where the mercury
has come but the levels that are getting into some fish are not safe. It is possible
that since this is farming country that the mercury comes from the pesticides used
on crops and the mix of the leaves holding it in is the problem. This is not fact that
you can go out and preach but look up info if you want to.)
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