sustainability

O tranquil mirrors of a crafted dream,Ye lakes of Craigavon, born of mortal hand,In nineteen-seventy’s dawn, a gleamOf vision carved thee from the sodden land.No ancient springs thy waters did beget,But engineers, with steel and sweat, did strive,To tame the floods that fields would oft beset,And grant a flood-born peace where towns might thrive.Thou hold’st Read more