The Last River

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About Nikki Brighton

I live in a Magic Cottage near the mist-belt forest with my African dog, Dizzy. We enjoy long walks in the fields to gather wild greens, sitting on the verandah with a pot of tea, and harvesting vegetables outside the kitchen door.
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4 Responses to The Last River

  1. David Still says:

    This reminds me of Chris Rea’s “Road to Hell” lyrics
    —————————————-

    Stood still on a highway
    I saw a woman
    By the side of the road
    With a face that I knew like my own
    Reflected in my window
    Well she walked up to my quarterlight
    And she bent down real slow
    A fearful pressure paralysed me
    In my shadow

    She said “Son, what are you doing here?
    My fear for you has turned me in my grave”
    I said “Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
    Myself to sell”
    She said “Son, this is the road to Hell”

    On your journey ‘cross the wilderness
    From the desert to the well
    You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell

    Well I’m standing by a river
    But the water doesn’t flow
    It boils with every poison you can think of
    And I’m underneath the streetlights
    But the light of joy I know
    Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
    And the perverted fear of violence
    Chokes a smile on every face
    And common sense is ringing out the bells
    This ain’t no technological breakdown
    Oh no, this is the road to Hell

    And all the roads jam up with credit
    And there’s nothing you can do
    It’s all just bits of paper
    Flying away from you
    Look out world take a good look
    What comes down here
    You must learn this lesson fast
    And learn it well
    This ain’t no upwardly mobile freeway
    Oh no, this is the road to Hell

  2. Gertrud Tonsing says:

    Speaking of poisoned rivers: I just watched again an inspirational documentary which I bought during my last visit to Germany, in the town Wuppertal. It deals with the renaissance of the river Wupper, a tributary of the Rhine. A river once famous for its trout and salmon, it became the centre of the German textile industry. 1830 the last salmon was caught and the river became increasingly toxic and then completely dead. In 1930 a citizen’s initiative resolved to do something – although it seemed it was far too late. But today the river has recovered to such an extent that it is affectionately called the “Amazon” of the region. Fish spawn, trout and salmon have returned, all kinds of waterbirds have come back and the reforested banks are a home to many kinds of wildlife. It shows how nature is capable of bouncing back if only people give it the space.

    Gertrud Tonsing

  3. Jane Weston says:

    Thanks – one of my all time favourite artists and a very powerful song – I never could work out all the lyrics and now I see its potent message.

  4. Jane Weston says:

    The earth does not
    belong to man,
    man belongs to the earth.
    All things are connected…
    Man did not weave
    the web of life,
    he is merely a strand in it.
    Whatever he does
    to the web,
    he does to himself.
    – Chief Seattle 1854

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