Once there was a mighty dam
That blocked a river where once swam
A myriad of wondrous creatures -
The ultimate in water features.
Then a wall of rock had been erected,
The river's bed cruelly dissected,
Cutting flow and causing flood -
A reservoir like a pool of blood.
Then to its base a young girl came,
Destined for posthumous fame
And in her hand she held with pride
A sculptor's pick made from carbide
She knew not why she had begun
This endless toil beneath the sun,
But The River whispered soft and low,
"I have to flow, I have to flow."
And so with a tiny pick in hand,
And relentlessness at her command,
At the mighty wall she began to chip.
Not a single day did our heroine skip.
Then she was a child no more,
Years had passed, at least four score.
Day by day she'd chipped away
Until young lass was frail and grey.
Yes, every day she'd chipped away,
But this day was to be the day,
The day when she could finally rest -
The end of her endurance test.
The mighty wall began to crack.
The river could not be held back.
After years of effort, bit by bit.
Finally she'd broken it.
First there sprung out many leaks,
And there could be heard resistant creaks,
Until the crisis point was reached.
Once and for all the dam was breached.
A wall of water thundered through,
Destroying dam and Saviour too.
Both dam and she faced their final day,
As in The Flow they were swept away.
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