
THE WATERFALL
Humble in its origin
on the heather moor
rolling gently down towards
the valley’s deep green floor
Suddenly the land gives way
beneath its watery tread
and leads it down the rocky face
towards the river bed
Down the limestone outcrop
over mossy stones
beside the yellowing bracken
it bubbles sighs and moans
Until at last its downward race
is given a pause for rest
before it has to carry on
with renewed force and zest.