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

of nature.

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.