Save the rain!

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 02 May 2025
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A valley drowned – no sound
of play or plough.
A village grave – to save
the river rain.
Dammed growing lake to slake
the thirst afar.
A city drinks, its sinks
and showers fill.

Today, a peaceful scene –
not what had been,
but wildlife haven,
place of recuperation
from city bustle.

[IP: about a place that no longer exists.] This poem is not about a particular place. The photo is of Clywedog dam, and I don't think a village was lost in the forming of that reservoir.

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Submitted by D G Moody on

I too recall Ladybower; we visited there on a school trip when we still lived in the UK. And a good poem Rhiannon, the cost of our 'thirst' for more and more water - much of which is wasted.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks. Yes, we can be wasteful. Sometimes the compulsory purchase of land has been done rather insensitively I think in the past, but these reservoirs are also quite beautiful places now. Rhiannon