Laurence Overmire


Niagara - Poem by Laurence Overmire

Niagara sends her watery heralds
Dashing to the depths of hell

Great spiraling mists invade the trembling air
Spewing forth the devil’s legions
Into billowing shrouds of aqueous fire

The rocks explode
Like a thousand roaring lions
Leaping headlong in carnivorous chase

Trumpets sound on the errant wind
And blazing there
From jagged cliffs—

A banner bold
Arcs across the awakening scene—

The Seven Colored Bow
Christened by angelic wings
Shoots its burning arrow deep

Into the darkest doubt of blinking Man
And sets his new-made heart afire

Behold the final triumph of the victor
And know the majesty
Of God.


(Previously published in Niagara Falls Poetry Project, Feb.2001)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 6, 2008


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