THE GRASS RIVER
There is a little bit of heaven on the road to Snow Lake,
Not a path off the beaten track do you have to take,
But there half way along the winding road
Is the place I want to make my special abode.

The Grass River turns a corner, making the water dance,
First timers always stop, you can never just take a glance,
But stop and stare in wonder at the beauty that you see,
It is a spot worth preserving to last into eternity.

In spring the river rages as the snow melts away,
And the warming sun stays longer through each lovely day,
Feathered friends return, the otters start to splash and play,
You hear with the gurgling water the loon's call far away.

The summer adds many flowers to this picturesque scene,
All the trees are now covered with leaves of brightest green,
You can hear the distant roar of the great water fall,
That is even a more beautiful place than them all.

The fall brings rich golds and yellows, but no reds are seen,
But with rich dark green firs it does not diminish the scene,
And the berries of the mountain ash do add a hint of red
Ready for the winter so that remaining birds can be fed.

But Oh, the scene in winter when everything is clothed in white,
What a magnificent, never to forget, special kind of sight,
Trees in ermine cloaks, water gushing through ice and snow
As struggling now to the falls it still wants to go.

M Ann MargetsonFebruary 5, 2002