Thursday, November 10, 2016
Niagara Sonnet Seven
When I would give my parting glance to thee,
when I would bid thee my austere goodbye—
I give you my respect with lowered eyes—
passing by you, I would imagine me
with you, a better heaven than before.
I saw you rise to glory without qualm,
the storms of life had all resolved to calm.
Your aging rage had crashed upon the shore
as you conceded life was not to be
forever and forever of thy breath,
but families continue on into the next
years, and generations rise to thank thee.
When I would pay my last respects, in laud,
we all would give your well deserved applause.