Remembering Copake at Iguaçu

 

When I was young I saw a waterfall

A single stream into a crystal pool

For twenty feet or more

There in the water childlike lovers play

 

The scent of pine is heavy in the air

Its pungent sweetness carried by the mist

While rushing water sprays

The peal of lover’s laughter in my ears

 

Iguaçu dominates my senses now

White rising vapors fill the eastern sky

That panoramic sight

Cannot obscure my view of Copake Falls

 

 

Louis William Rose

September 2005