Niagara

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Thundering, massive, looming roar

Spray and mist wet our faces

One thousand voices and tongues

Are silenced with majestic awe

Of where the rolling waters fall

Perked upon observation deck

The neon-lit distractions of The Hill

Pale in comparison to her magnitude

Long-standing ancient mansions

That line The Parkway

Remnants of a century of power

Temples of hydroelectricity

Now become mausoleums of an age

That has come and gone and remains

When man attempted to harness her

To fuel the industries of the world

Ancient machine that rusts silently

Witnessing the rapid, misty flow

Along mighty river before she falls

Ancient scow stuck steadfast

Stands against the current

Where it has lain for nearly a century

As focus of local folklore

And tale of bravery of “Red” river-man

Families, people, cars and buses

Cram towards the edge of stone walls

And witness her in splendour and terror

Speechless, timeless, unchanging

She will stand and fall

And never be forgotten

By me

Reviews

[Nick Erickson]

From someone who'd never been here before, this is excellent giving me the "picture" I need to drive in the desire to go to Niagra Falls - a place I've always wanted to go.

Your choice of imagery and use of words really brings home the feel of looking at everything in a classic black and white photo.

Well done!!

[doreen cyr]

wow so vivid and powerful the write just like the falls themselves
doreen

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Beautiful poem. I have always wanted to see Niagra Falls someday. Thank you for sharing. Debileah