Up close, you inspire awe.
The power of your stream
Crashing in my ears
For what seems like hours.
Up close, you invoke emotion.
The embrace of your spray
Covers me in a cloak
That brings me to tears.
Up close, you command attention.
The roar of your call
Demanding my study
Of history in the wake.
From a distance, you are beauty.
The full magnitude of your visage
Brightens my day
And memories on film.
I had been to see Niagara Falls a few times before I took mom. My best friend lived in Buffalo for a number of years, so I was very familiar. This time, however, was mom’s first and her first time going into Canada. So many new experiences: Tim Horton’s (get the birthday cake donut holes!) and gas by the liter. The falls, though, she experienced from the car because walking would down from the parking lot on either side of the border would have been too much for her at the time. We might need to go back.
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