Niagara Falls

The first you hear – a gentle rush

Wind blowing in the cane?

And then the sound increases such

Perhaps it’s coming rain

But there’s a thrum beneath it all

A thing so large and deep

It pounds upon the air and ground

You feel it in your feet

 

And slow the greenish waters pass

No haste within its flow
But now a rock, a nicked crevasse

Then faster it must go

 

When next you spy a rising mist

An airy veil, a plume

And something in your breast insists

That you must reach this flume

 

Excitement builds, it’s louder still

As you approach the ledge

The water speeds with force and will

And perils at the edge





And then it leaps - the long long fall

The course cannot be stopped

With thrash and churn it flings its’ all

Until the water's dropped 
 





Your mouth agape, you daren’t breathe

And clinging to the rail

You stand and watch and cannot leave

It holds you without fail

 

 

The mist, the roar, the mighty plunge

The wonder of it all

It’s why we’ve come so far from home

To see Niagara Falls!

 

 

 

Early morning poem by R.M.H.