Snowy's Still Waters

SNOWY’S STILL WATERS By Kevin L Fairbrother The rolling hills surround the lake It’s still-waters glisten in the simmering heat With nary a wave breaking on the shore As echos of life now and past resound The gentle sloping hills reach to the shore Abound with kangaroo, ducks and emu’s They have no fear of man encroaching As they noisily graze on the abundant grasses This man- made lake built of sweat and tears A monument to those past, who toiled so hard Now a haven for those who visit the Snowy And they flock in their hundreds to experience the wilderness The steep hillsides decked with timber and shrubs The golden wattles a site to behold The purple weeds interspersed amongst the grasses Give rise to a sense of peace and tranquility Spare a thought for those who built this wonder For they endured hardship the likes we could not imagine The Snowy gave no ground, she made them pay Whilst taming the rivers and streams that have slipped beneath the waves They tamed the raging rivers of snow melt That used to make their long journey to the sea Now the rivers are silent for they are deep beneath the lake But there is life as the lake spills over creating power and irrigation Of the original inhabitants whose land this was so long past Now just part of the dreamtime of stories thus told As the ghost of those who lived and worked to build Sleep forever beneath the Snowy’s cold dark waters