Maid of the Mist

Maid of the Mist

The air below churns and yearns
to dance in the foamy wake.
It takes a circuitous route
as cascades crash, smashing
against the rocks below. Thunderous
wonder of the world. Your winds
swirl as your micro-droplets
collect. On a boat so close
you can taste Niagara’s mist.
This is the epitome of awe
and wonder. Under the rainbow,
a new world transcends
below the mighty falls,
down where the Niagara River ends.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

For Phoenix Rising July P.A.D. Travelog – Destination: Poetry – Niagara Falls




The Niagara River run
                         helps provide some fun,
                                     betwixt New York and Ontario,
                                       it is truly number one.
                          It’s Lake Erie that begets you,
               Lake Ontario is what gets you.
                        Your ebb and flow is the way to go,
                                         if the damn ice dam will let you.
                                                  Your rapid current runs quite fast,
                                                             around Grand Island you go past,
                                                                       over the gorge to down below,
                                                              your mighty fall is a real blast.
                                                        Niagara Falls, she is a mover,
                                                                 her mist sprays far, you’ll need rain cover,
                                                                                                         lovers scurry for her show,
                                                                                                  until the honeymoon is over!
Walt                                                                                                   Photo: Sight and