Rushing water
Blasting over the top
White foam edges
As it crashes below
Beauty and splendor
Rushes past the rock wall
Forcing it to be smooth
From the sheer strength
The noise so loud
Can be heard downstream
Drowning out the sounds
Of voices and movement
Standing beneath it
Is awe inspiring
Spray washes over you
Saturation in an instant
I love this poem. It is deceptively simple with no complex rules or patterns. But such perfect attention to all the senses that I am standing right there. Thank you for the trip!
You had me right next to you. good work