My nine year old daughter recently wrote about our experience on the Maid of the Mist at Niagara Falls as a school writing assignment. I found it so beautiful and true to life that I had to share:
Maid of the Mist Poem
As we glide by the American Falls,
Spray hits my face with a smooth touch.
The droplets carried on the wind,
sparkling in the golden sunlight.
As we sail close to Niagara Falls,
the thundering crash grows to a roar.
As a splash of river water
like ice
sprays my face,
we slide into a whole new world
of mist.
The rushing waters
of the great falls
greet us with open arms.
The spray,
gushing out of the falls,
makes a crashing sheet of water that seems to be
falling from the sky.
I gaze in wonder through the thick haze.
A majestic world of water,
sheet upon sheet
rushing over rocks,
leaping like a dancer
over moss and stones
as it falls to the bottom of the river.
We turn and glide out of the mist.
The white foam of the American Falls
slides over rocks
and springs from stone to stone.
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