POEM: Niagara Falls

I love coming back to Niagara Falls every year.

I have seen the majestic waterfalls each season – spring, summer, autumn, winter.

It’s oven-hot to see it in the summertime and hell-freezing in the wintertime,

But worth seeing it, nonetheless.

Every time I see Niagara Falls,

I discover it in a new light,

And I see it with different eyes.

The ever-present rainbow adorns the falls no matter the season,

Like a loyal friend and companion who never goes away.

I am on the Canadian side,

And I gaze at the American waterfall.

I am on the American side,

And I gaze at the Canadian waterfall.

The place I fell in love with from the very first time I set foot on Niagara Parkway is where the iconic waterfall goes straight down the river, at a ninety degrees angle.

I am so close to the fall,

I can touch it.

Autumn is the best time of the year to come back to Niagara Falls,

When you can take a quiet stroll along the mighty river,

And it’s just you and Niagara, nobody else.

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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 182.