Cobb Valley & Power Station       Opening their treasures                                your silken mountain tops                       pleasured                                the kissing clouds.         We marvelled where                           your marbled mountains                                                 loomed over         your cruel glacier carved lake.                            There, lowering waters                                                  brood over         your mainbraced, tail-raced                                    enraptured power                 encaptured                           in line                                  for generations.         We stalked,                    tramped                           and walked                                     your mountain crests,         kept in mind                     your quartz and gold                                         enrolled               in stark beauty                                forever                                         lost.         Terry Bowden COPYRIGHT  7 Feb. 1999