Waterfall in the Pyrennees

Some would say it was a cascade,
such was the forceful flow,
water falling over itself
to get to the bottom,
racing itself onto the rocks

past my perch, halfway up the track
from where I watched the show,
waves did battle, tumbled, merging
then as one diverging
into smithereens on the rocks

Cows in nearby fields ignored this,
Nature’s hypnotic show;
they’d followed me here, put now paused,
stood vacant, pondering
life, meandering as they watched
grass grow,

content, like me, to sit and stare,
to let this moment flow,
while still I heard the rapid swish
as the unforgiving
waterfall washed clean the rocks

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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