Analysis of Waterfall

Across the bridge and through the Glen

Past Mill on right, wheel stopped again

Trees are leaning on the slope

That they stay up that is my hope

Till I am past and on my way

Past bracken brown and grass like hay

There in the distance, silver and tall

Musically cascading the waterfall

I sit on rock and watch flow

That carved its way eons ago

And watered foliage in the Glen

Powered Mill wheel, stopped again

Through some unseen broken part

Deep in the Mills great grinding heart

Still onward flows the falls emission

Tween banks of green with people fishing

Till estuary at last gives way

To open sea where fish can play

And wind the moisture can lift high

To form great rain clouds in the sky

To feed the spring, that feeds the tall

Musically cascading waterfall