(a children’s poem)
Cataracts cascading
Sun shining
Mist mounting
Rainbows arching
Rapids roaring
Gulls soaring
Blossoms blooming
People peering
Picture making
Breath taking
World wonder
Niagara Falls
Source: The author, 2001
Tag: poems
A Pioneer’s Prayer by Betty J. Beam
(a children’s poem)
The forests tall
The waterfall
The fish and birds
The buffalo herds —
This wilderness, God bless!
Our freedom’s birth
The men of worth
The fertile soil
The strength to toil —
This little town, God bless!
The ocean’s tide
The prairies wide
The mountain heights
The northern lights —
This Canada, God bless!
Source: The Author, 2001
The Niagara River by Betty J. Beam
(a children’s poem)
Wild white water is
Boil, cascade
Roil, cannonade
Crash, flume
Splash, spume
Drench, glide
Stench, slide
Gush, leap
Rush, sweep
Lunge, pollution
Plunge, solution
Outpour, overflow
Uproar, undertow
Turbulence, spray
Violence, ricochet
Stream, swirl
Steam, whirl
Penned power
Source: The Author, 2001.
Friday Fireworks by Betty Beam
friday fireworks
(a children’s poem)
Each Friday night, fireworks
Light the Falls and the park,
All through the summer months,
After ten, when it’s dark.
As we weave through the crowd
And descend on Clifton Hill,
The traffic is noisy,
Tourists’ voices are shrill.
We stop at the corner
Till the light turns from red;
Hike past the lily pond,
Skirt a long flower bed.
A battery of blasts,
An explosion of stars,
Greet the thrilling throng
Mid massed buses and cars.
There are loud OH!s and AH!s —
Children’s cries of delight;
As huge flaming flowers,
Bloom above in the night.
Gold and silver sparks shoot —
Reds… blues… dart at angles,
Then shower the gorge with
A riot of spangles.
One last bang! The show ends!
There’s applause, a wild cheer,
Then a child’s voice exclaims,
The best fireworks this year!
Source: The author, 2002.
Niagara Falls – The paradise on earth by Rakhi Jain
Someone once told me, ‘seeing is believing’,
How pertinent that was, I found after exploring,
This artwork of nature, beauty sprinkled everywhere,
The raging river, the fretted fall, the magical mist, that I wish to share.
The white foamy flow,
the mighty wind that blows,
The sunshine is golden,
surely I can say, my heart is stolen!
The rainbow that joins, the heaven to this earth,
The beauty I feel, is in no way dearth,
So much of joy, so much of pleasure,
This lovely sight does have to offer.
The ‘maid of the mist’, lets you meet it face to face,
The gusts, the downdrafts, can’t help but blaze,
‘Journey behind the falls’, leaves you dazed,
With the beauty, enigma and the amazing grace
The gush of water, is though fierce and harsh,
falling down with so much of splash!
But as it descends, the resplendence is endless,
Down as it reaches, it turns into an angel!
This is the moral, it bestows upon us,
Whatever pinnacle we may achieve, let us not lose our humility!
Copyright @ Rakhi
Source: Haryana Online, 2004