Over sorrows well
where the silvered sons of murk dwell
Brak upon spotted backs
They are flashing shots descending
Over a dead forest forgotten
Soaking giants drown and still
Weeping into sorrows well
where the silvered sons of murk dwell
~Derek Furman
I remember a particular fishing trip to lake shannon. right before dawn the still water of the lake was impossibly black but had a transparency. The kokanee salmon flashed in contrast in the murk maybe 10 ft down. You could see them cutting through the water like knives. Plainly visible you could see the black spots on their backs. After staring into the water my eyes adjust and straining, I suddenly saw the great black trees reaching up from the deep. What I was looking at was the corpse of a dead forest. It filled me with a uneasy sadness, lake shannon is a artificial lake a reservoir and a beautiful killer at dawn.
where the silvered sons of murk dwell
Brak upon spotted backs
They are flashing shots descending
Over a dead forest forgotten
Soaking giants drown and still
Weeping into sorrows well
where the silvered sons of murk dwell
~Derek Furman
I remember a particular fishing trip to lake shannon. right before dawn the still water of the lake was impossibly black but had a transparency. The kokanee salmon flashed in contrast in the murk maybe 10 ft down. You could see them cutting through the water like knives. Plainly visible you could see the black spots on their backs. After staring into the water my eyes adjust and straining, I suddenly saw the great black trees reaching up from the deep. What I was looking at was the corpse of a dead forest. It filled me with a uneasy sadness, lake shannon is a artificial lake a reservoir and a beautiful killer at dawn.
