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North American Dreaming: Kinzua

William Burkholder's poem expresses a longing for the time before the pristine valleys were flooded.

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Fishing off the bridge in Kinzua
Before the waters came,

Ghost town memories
Things will never be the same.

Wandering through dusty abandoned
Streets as the waters rose
To Seneca steps,
Native graveyards;

Inundated muddy bottoms now.
Remembering stop signs and street poles,
Half underwater as the dam gates were closed.

Filling pristine hilltop valleys
Never to be seen again.

Chiefs dancing on top of the dam
Cursing its builders and foundations
That great Mother Earth,

Return to them that which was theirs
Once a quiet country town,

I would have rather seen the trees,
And the native's dance.


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