Climbing through cliff surround,
Moving water a strong sound.
Peek through pines to catch a sight.
Of water rushing with strong might.
Vivid greens and calm browns frame,
A beautiful picture of nature's fame.
Surging forth from high to low,
Forward with strength we cannot know.
Crashing hard to pools below,
Forming again to begin its flow.
Dancing off the rocky ledge,
Sending fresh mist to waters edge.
Breathing such delightful air,
A view that makes you stop and stare.
Written by my daughter, B.A.Bowman Copyright: bab 2/00
