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Waterfall ©

John McCormick
Bass Lake, Ontario, Canada
2003

A tumble of rocks
To a garden pool,
My innovation.
My Eden.
Placed,
Not by chance,
But by my labour.

As I now
Gaze
In contemplation
At how little I have done.
Im awed
By the beauty
Of all
Creation.

He
Must have pondered
Long on the design
And in the placing,
Of a work so fine
And great as His.

The stones I used,
The petals on a flower,
Each feather
On a bird.

Such wonder
Cannot be denied.
Cause if Id left
My stones unturned,
They never would
Have gathered
In any order,
Around my little falls.

They still
Would be
A random border
Around Bass Lake,
Though placed
By Him.


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