I took this beautiful shot the other morning. It was my first visit to Niagara Falls and I was inspired by the ceaseless barrage of cascading water. The falls were spectacular. That said, on both sides of the water, loomed huge tower block casinos and big hotel building. These tacky monoliths not only sored my eyes, they also made me wonder where humanity got lost along the way. I wrote this poem.
Water drives in tonnes,
Natures power, more than pledge,
Liberally but purposed,
From a steep unruined edge.
Whilst deaf, dumb human sits,
At an age-worn slot machine,
Derelict of joy,
As in stream is found the dream.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, Toronto, 2016)