Bash Bish Falls

The water cascades
As over the shoulder a woman’s braids
to a crystal, almost bottomless pool
Far from the world’s mechanized tools
Here all the creatures have always drank

So for the lush growth we give thanks
Water clean as a fresh bathed babe
Colors that never fade
Oh bountiful water
Though elsewhere you may falter
Here you are abundant as the sun
Source of mankind’s you, life, and fun.

©2009 Mary Barnet