Poems under the falls

Birds tangle in trees 

Frogs break the calm reflection

The unending chirp knew trespassers near 

And far the wind would steer 

Rays spill through dancing wood

Spectrums of the rainbow pour from each strand, 

Moss grows north, 

So forth we go

Breaking waters,

Marching on.

Words by KatKeen

Photos by Ron Barlow

Photos by Ron Barlow

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