| Niagara Falls Water's falling off the edge and on and on it goes some stays suspended in the air but all the rest still flows People come from all around to watch the water pour at midnight all the lights turn off but still you hear the roar The captivating spirit of the water, mist and rocks once drew the natives here and now the tourist ferry docks The newlyweds, the suicides, the barrel-riding thrill, and millions more here just to gaze from up atop the hill Back to Poems Back to Home |
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