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.

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