Power House Falls: Poem

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

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

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

Quartzite Falls: Poem

Title: Quartzite Falls
By: Bruce Hackmann

In the middle of nowhere, I find you
I have been looking for love
How do I explain the feelings
It’s like you fell from heaven above

Your majestic beauty
Is planted in the earth
For all to fall, in love
But, I want you alone

Alone, to feel your ecstasy
Your rapture surrounds me
Your voice takes me to heaven
Your waves flow to my heart

Everyone, is in search of you
But, now we are: alone