The middle aged Poet stood looking over the rail of the tour ship
at the mighty Niagara Falls roaring in the distance
"What a sight !, what a beauty!" he thought as the green water cascaded
down into the misty river.
He felt dwarfed , insignificqant as he looked up at the splendid wonder
He pulled his plastic coat tighter around himself as the foam fleck
sprays blasted his face.
Grabbing the rails once again ,he
inhaled the fresh breeze deep into his lungs
The ship drew nearer , the roar grew louder
as the boat advanced nearer and nearer to the bottom of the falls
Women screamed as men laughed at the thrill of the moment as the
boat took a slow turn around for the wharf
The middle aged smiled.a contented smile
and thank the gods for such an experience.