The Falls of a Sleepy Little Town

by Dale Garrow

As a growing boy
Full of wonder
I would wander off
And explore
Undiscovered fields and meadows
The babbling brooks
And streams
I sometimes felt I could hear them speak
In my youthful dreams.

Outside the sleepy little town I lived near
Miles down from a green mountain hill
Lay a mighty waterfall
Hence the town's partial name known
Now only as the Falls.
The Falls was named after the the waterfall
Of the mighty river mountain fed
From the hills I lived. 

I dared myself to the river's edge
To near the whitewater fall
Roaring
Spraying water mist
Making rock and moss
Treacherous
Still I climbed. 

The Falls seemed to deafen me
While biding time near the sleepy little town
Where the water soared
Grateful for what Nature had given
Abound
To this sleepy little town.