Saturday, March 14, 2020

Black Slate Falls: Poem

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

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