THE WATERFALL


The wind blew me off the twig from the tree I once belonged
The distance to the ground seemed so long
I landed on a rock, yet ever so gently
A breeze came by as soft as can be
It made me flutter, into the babbling brook
The current moved me onward, as the OTTER looked
The rapids ahead gently caused a quiver
As the chill in the air caused a shiver
The rocks ahead caused a sharp turn
The slapping of the beaver tail was a warning, I learned
The whitewater raft created a stir
As I moved quicker, it became a blur
Up in the distance I saw a familiar face
There was the grizzly bear, in its favorite place
Out of the sun it was having a shower
As my journey ended, it seemed like hours
Before I stopped, I watched that bear stand so tall
As it cooled itself under...
THE WATERFALL

Joe Henn