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PISEW FALLS
Cascades of falling waters roar like a wild beast
Like hunters searching, hungry, ready for a feast,
The beauty and the power that surges all around,
Is part of, once again, new beauty being found.
See the bright green where constant moisture falls,
Hear the swooping birds sending their different calls,
The false stillness of the river before the precipice
Mingles with the natural solitude of forest peace.
Then rumbling, racing, rushing as it falls away,
As if after slowing down it no longer wants to stay,
But hurries off to find many other sights to view,
Off in obvious excitement the hungry sea to renew.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson August 6, 2002