Falling Ridges

• Jordan Mumme-Robinson, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

Falling ridges of water are here,
to hit the deep and disappear,
never do they rest through night,
and scarcely ever at sun bright,
Falling...
Falling water ridges from the sky,
crashing rocks and splashing by,
those falling ridges from the sky.
The mist feels like a shower,
cool against your skin,
the cool breeze from the crashing water,
seems to pull you in.
The falling ridges from the sky memorise,
Falling...
Falling...
Falling ridges fall onto rocks for me.
A waterfall,
Falling ridges from the sky,
I love you, yes do I.