My cousin Ray taught geography
He would have well explained
The water we call Turlough
Now here now quickly drained
The limestone rock of Ireland
Sixty-five percent!
Once a warm and tropical sea
I wonder where that went!
But now a Turlough has refused
To up and go away
The plug now in the plug hole
Seems determined now to stay
A sorry state for people there
And sorry for the swans
No reed beds now to shelter them
They look for others ones
Roscommon Council and interest groups
Are crossing swords on this
The Council tried a short cut
To try and solve the mess
But EU rules have halted them
A study must be done
The longest way round a local said
Is often the shortest way home
Brian Fahy
29 March 2022
+Lough Funshinnagh in Roscommon is a turlough, a lake that dries up. But now it has refused to do so. There is an article in the Guardian today, explaining the story.
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