O Niagara, I heard you shout, stampyour feet, dust raise, darken the face
of the moon, and fallen stars fell to the
ground for an hour.
O Niagara, down south listen to the
wailing jetting mouth, stake was high,
and they drew near. While North West
coast fall in honor, for you your own
equal.
O Niagara, flames of fire, voices of the
deep, like angelic choir.
That is my take today on this poem by your truly.There is certainly hope to live by, be bless.
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