Chief Kowee loved her mouth,
The river and her majesty,
Salmon in her ripples,
Then the petro plant was built,
On the left bank,
And the electrical station on the right,
The clear cut logging up the hill,
And the cherry on top -
The septic tanks with the bog of stench,
and the car accident grave site with ski boots,
and rusted scooter- drinking at 22 swerving toward Kowee\'s bridge,
Those salmon are still trying to swim home,
And Chief Kowee is in the grave,
What would he think ?