by Joshua Coffman
The quiet rushing along it’s shore,
A peaceful calm, a sparkling core.
A serene and lively hushing:
Along its shore, the quiet rushing.
Through the rapids an increasing roar:
A mean and painful, laboring chore.
And yet it seemingly-happily flits
An increasing roar, through the rapids.
Finally the river flows over the falls
Its voice like a thunderclap, loud it calls.
A haze with a flowery glimmer glows.
Over the falls, finally, the river flows.