Watkins Glen

In the gorge at Watkin's Glen

As waters fall all round

The climbing stepping granite walls

All carpeted in wet moss green

Accentuated golden leaves

Lie freely by the waters

Flow of white in steady fall

And in the render of it all

Sunlight causes oaks to shine

surrounded by the glow of trees

That shake and shudder in wet breeze

As awe encumbers senses all

In soul of wonder

To enthrall

Author's Note

my sister sent me a photograph

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

This is great. I have had the pleasure of being there a few times and there is this peace and coolness that is otherworldly. You can feel the time and the energy and the true earthly beauty - you got that down! Thank you!

[W.k.kortas]

As one with a passing familiarity with The Glen (well, the gorges as opposed to the track), I say you've got it quite nicely.

[Tomás Ó C..]

captured well in the poem!!!