On a mountain far away
Where little streams combine to grow Together, from their interplay
A mighty river starts to flow.
Quiet at first, through grassy meads
And then a gorge with craggy walls Constricts and narrows there, and leads The river to the awesome falls.
Confused and angry waters roar
And, unsupported, leap in space.
I wish that I could shut the door
On visions of this wondrous place.
But alas it cannot be.
The waterfall is calling me.
© Copyright H.St V.Beechey (1996)
Note This was supposed to be a Shakespearian sonnet but turned out to be Iambic Tetrameter instead of Pentameter. I missed out a DeeDah!

H.St Vincent Beechey 1996