Tag: animals

  • My First Visit to Niagara Falls by Wayne Ritchie

    The forest is so quiet and I don’t know why. Yes it’s all up to the man in the sky. I’ve heard the water but I never saw it fall. Now I know why humans come for the thrill of it all. The animal kingdom keeps saying the world’s lost its cool. The whole human…

  • Niagara Falls by Rev. Roswell Park

    Written in remembrance of a visit to Niagara, and Queenstown ; April 20, 1827. “Niagara rolls on. The faithless wave, That tore the Indian from his gentle cove, Is smooth and bright as silver. Nothing speaks Of last night’s rain : and now the rainbow smiles, And the white gull flaps through its orange light ; And the eternal roaring of the Falls Goes on the same. Wild Indian, farewell ! Thou wert a brother, and thy dying bed Was the white lashing spray ;— thy only knell The Rapid’s thunder ;—and the deep, deep gulf Thy sunless sepulchre !” — J. R. ORTON. THE sun shone brightly o’er me as I stood And gazed upon Niagara’s swelling flood ;— Whose waters, springing from a distant source, Through ages past have sped their solemn course ; Then rushing downward, o’er the lofty rock, Have made the mountains tremble with their shock ; Till flowing on majestical and free, They join’d afar the bosom of the sea. Between rich plains, extending far around, And gentle hills with verdant foliage crown’d, Whose sloping sides grow dim in distant blue, Niagara river steals upon the view. Then winding slow the current glides along Its fertile isles and sunny banks among, Till soon it meets a rough and rocky bed, And o’er the rapids dashes on with speed ;— Sinks in the hollows, swells and sinks again, And rolls its billows like the raging main :— Now the huge breakers raise it to the skies, Whirlpools revolve, and foaming mountains rise. New floods behind, the waves before them urge, Approaching nearer to the giddy verge ; Till a fair isle the mighty current braves, And with its front divides the yielding waves. On either side the mighty waters roll, And ceaseless hurry to the frightful goal ; Then from the lofty rocks with awful sound Fall headlong downward to the vast profound,— Speed to the bottom, swell the deeps below,— Rise to the surface, boiling as they flow ;— In eddying circles vent their angry force ;— Then join the current and pursue their course. Here on the brow the sea-green flood rolls by, Reflecting all the brightness of the sky, While piles of foam, the cataract beneath, Hang o’er the rocks and round the billows wreathe. There, as the falling torrent meets the air, White foaming fleeces down the chasm appear ; And the bright rainbow through the misty spray, Shines in the sun and gilds the face of day.…

  • Twilight on the Tow-Path by Ernest Green

    I’m a-sitting by the tow-path ‡‡Of the days of long ago, Where the long, green grass is growing ‡‡And the ox-eye daisies blow, And I see a fading vision, ‡‡‘Gainst the sun’s last westward glow, Of the schooners and the horses ‡‡In the days I used to know. Big-boned horses, drooping, weary, ‡‡As they drew…

  • Niagara by Kathy Gilbert

    The river carries me here As a babe on its island’s shores I play Palms and fingers squish soft sand, feet kick, On my back, sun warmed laps of waves. Currents change with the seasons Moody green, then blue; milky, then grey Factory polluted in a haphazard way. In autumn steam rises after first frost…

  • A Legend of Niagara by Florio

    An Indian, in the days of yore — Of “fish and fur’s” abounding store — Would cross Niagara’s stream — Just where the river, smooth and wide, Pours toward the gulf its treacherous tide, Like some deceitful dream. Near by, a bear was crossing, too : Whose head no sooner rose to view, Than straight…