Niagara Falls

The left hand pocket of my old blue denim jeans

Hold coins from three nations

Cents dimes and pennies

Laughter hides the sheer glimpse

Of a trail echoed in geography of Kent

Even plain fields belie the modern journey

Syndicated music follows in our wake

Announcing our arrival in neon lit cascades

Lived in motels stale facades heavy with its own faded thirst

A living promise of being the first

The left hand pocket of my old blue denim jeans

Hold coins from three nations

Cents dimes and pennies

Late arrivals barred from splendid thoughts

Neon men let you walk to the late night store

Full of unsleepable teens

Packaged dreams enclosed in plastic wraps

Music louder beyond the hands of an older leather jacket

Sleep will bring the dawn

Then wake and follow the throngs on the same worn lawn

Glorious morning filled with youth watching

In awe and disbelief nature in splendour charging

Smooth aged mist nurturing rocks

Dressed each day in bright new frocks

Freedom to roam without locks

Nature dressed as always in new clothes

Even in your veil your beauty shows

The left hand pocket of my old blue denim jeans

Hold coins from three nations

Cents dimes and pennies