spring bubbling
infant gurgling
moorland plashing
merrily dashing
sweeping, swerving,
speeding swiftly
carving islands
slowing current
morning misting
surface clouding
lost from sunshine
standing still
till the lough
begins to narrow
and my race
renews itself
into gorge
in whitened frenzy
rushing wild
in roiling flood
soon a stretch
of limpid smoothness
destiny in reach
of sea
list the sound
of waters falling
Assaroe !
And I am free!

*Erne River