The Waterfalls

I remember as a small child
Going to a waterfalls on our farm.
With my family I walked down the hill
And passed the old weathered barn.

Further on we went
Past the cool flowing spring
Where we got our drinking water
And over which we'd grape-vine swing.

On a July or August afternoon
That would be scorching hot
We'd come to the waterfalls--
Which was our favorite summer spot.

We'd jump into the water
In an instant flash;
Then I'd run up under the waterfalls
And allow the water on my head to splash.

I can remember standing (maybe sitting?)
Allowing the water to drip
Down on my wet, soggy head
As I would sail my toy ship.

The water came down from above
Onto my drenched head.
Then Mother would call for us to go to the house;
And it was time the long hill to tread.

Years past, an adult I became.
My husband and children of the waterfalls I told
As I wanted to share with them
The wonder of the sight to behold.

Now I hadn't been to the falls
For many a year.
So, to the falls we went
As I remembered the site very clear.

We walked to the falls around the bend
And to my SURPRISE!
It was no longer over my head
So, I just stared and blinked my eyes!

Had the falls shrunk or had I grown?
What an astonishing SHOCK!
The heighth of the waterfalls now
was less than three feet above the limestone rock!

Author Edith Bastin
© Copyright: November 01, 1998. All Rights Reserved.

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