Tumalo

Tumalo

By Ian

I feel pain with Tumalo

Its clear waters and dense plant life

But I shall not let it sit in pain, no

I love its cold waters, running since before the pharaohs

But our actions leave it battered, as if by knife

I feel pain with Tumalo

But I can help, I can save the willow

And alder that are needed to keep erosion from being rife

But I shall not let it sit in pain, no

I can save the fish if I try, even if I must billow

In the wind, exhausted, for the wildlife

I feel pain with Tumalo

I feel rage that we must hurt it so, going so far as assault by backhoe

It seems the creek has been snapped by a jackknife

But I shall not let it sit in pain, no

I feel I should protect our creek, I should be all aglow

But I feel that we should simply avoid strife

I feel pain with Tumalo

But I shall not let it sit in pain, no.