Title: Power House Falls
By: Bruce Hackmann
By the abandoned Power House
Sits a pretty little waterfall
Black slate as sparkling water dowse
The rambling river sings at nightfall
Showing posts with label Upper Peninsula Waterfalls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Upper Peninsula Waterfalls. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Monday, March 16, 2020
Bonanza Falls: Poem
Title: Bonanza Falls
By: Bruce Hackmann
Oh, the godsend that I came upon
Taking in your brawny boon
I rejoice in the resplendence
Of your well formed, earthiness
River rock and water on display
Powerfully built with earths treasures
I witness trees so green; sky so blue
Solidly display your magnificence
By: Bruce Hackmann
Oh, the godsend that I came upon
Taking in your brawny boon
I rejoice in the resplendence
Of your well formed, earthiness
River rock and water on display
Powerfully built with earths treasures
I witness trees so green; sky so blue
Solidly display your magnificence
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
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
_____________
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
Wagner Falls: Poem
Title: Wagner Falls
By: Bruce Hackmann
So resonating
Cascading sound crashing down
Tranquility; as the moment stood still
Terraced falls added to the score
Thundering, ever so peacefully
So picturesque
Hemlocks and Hardwoods surround
The beauty; with the curtain of crystals
Precipitous character so serene
Wagner Falls, unveils its elegance
By: Bruce Hackmann
So resonating
Cascading sound crashing down
Tranquility; as the moment stood still
Terraced falls added to the score
Thundering, ever so peacefully
So picturesque
Hemlocks and Hardwoods surround
The beauty; with the curtain of crystals
Precipitous character so serene
Wagner Falls, unveils its elegance
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