James Casey (11June 1940 / Binghamton, New York)

Waterfall

I've watched a raging waterfall,
Roaring down a mountain side.
Spreading droplets in mist and spray,
Stand too close you cannot hide

The flying mist will soak you quick,
Stand back, enjoy the show
Rainbows of sparkling colored light.
But, hold on now, don't you go

You must wait until the night
When darkness falls upon the ridge
The spray emits an eerie sight
And ghostly forms are often seen
Far into the night

Jim 1990