Title: Black Slate Falls
By: Bruce Hackmann
This waterfall was a tough find
So, I made it a rough write
Presented in a rough way
I rambled like the river
Hope you enjoy
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Logging roads
Snowmobile trails
Not on the map
I thought I was lost
Thank god for GPS
Northern Michigan at its Crest
Next to the rabbit ear
Lost in the wilderness
Walking along Slate River
A scattering of cascades
Nature at it’s best
I thought I was blessed
A remote wild river named Slate
On it’s way to Lake Superior
Water so clear
It didn’t even look deep
Sights of brook trout
I’m ready to eat
Cascading scores so serene
The smell of nature so pristine
Watching water pour over the shallow stairs
A lone boulder on the slate
What a beautiful site
Such natural beauty
My heart came to seek
Seemed like a mile
Walking the river wild
Rolling little falls around every bend
God blessed me with a smile
In the days if your roof had slate
It was probably harvested from this slate
Wonderful short stepping drops
Along my hike
God gave me this walk
So, I could dream
Saturday, March 14, 2020
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