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THE STONE FACED DAM,
BUILT LONG AGO,
WHEN THE COUNTRY YOUNG,
HOLDS BACK THE RIVERS BOUNTY,
TO FORM A PEACEFUL POND.
THE SPILLWAY STONES,
WELL WATER WORN,
SMOOTHED BY MANY YEARS,
TWELVE FEET HIGH..
FIVE TIMES WIDE..
SLOWS THE RIVER HERE.
FROM MERE DROPS OF SILENCE,
TO DEAFENING TORRENT POURS,
THE CHANGING RIVER FLOWS.
A TINGE OF MIST,
FROM TIME TO TIME,
GENTLE TO THE TOUCH,
AS THE WATER CASCADES DOWN,
ACROSS THE WEATHERED FACE.
A POOL BELOW..
CLEAR AND DEEP,
COLLECTS ACROSS THE BASE,
TO SLOW THE RIVER LONG ENOUGH..
THAN SEND IT ON ITS WAY.
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THE SPILLWAY
THE SPILLWAY
