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The Land Beneath the Lake Beneath the reservoir's calm face, There lies a silent, haunted place. A village drowned long years before. Now fish swim out each open door And when conditions are just right, If you go rowing out, you might, Still see the houses, when you peer Into the depths, so green and clear. It gives a feeling very strange To see how people did arrange Every road, each house and tree, Not ever dreaming it would be A forfeit to a dam to make This reservoir; this placid lake, And as I hover overhead, I wonder what the people said When they were told about their fate? What feelings did this news create? I know how I would feel if I Were forced to leave my home nearby. They also must have much enjoyed These hills and woods; I can't avoid A guilty feeling when I see Their sacrifice so folks like me Can row and fish and watch the loons. Listen to their yodeling tunes. Perhaps they voice an elegy For all the dreams not meant to be! |
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