Injebreck Glen

A secret lies within this heart ; the hills

Conceal the knowledge with self-conscious air,

As an old man remembers from his youth

That which he will not tell.  Its presence fills

The valley which of Mona’s dales so fair

Is fairest ; hidden lies its bitter truth.

The vital need of man so surely kills

Some other form of life.  He cannot spare,

But must slay beauty and with little ruth

When thirst and daily bread write codicils.

Ravished are glens of stately elm and oak,

Beech, ash, and sycamore ; and pastoral fields

To the death-kiss of water have to yield :

Homesteads were sacrificed when hunger spoke !


Mona’s Herald  28.3.61