Poets' Corner

Here is a great description of a waterfall, written by the Bard, Robert Burns. This one will make you dream of far away places.

WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL

Standing by the Fall of Fyers, near Loch Ness

Among the heathy hills and ragged woods

The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;

Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,

Where, thro' a shapeless breach, his stream resounds.

As high in air the bursting torrents flow,

As deep recoiling surges foam below.

Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends,

And viewless Echo's ear, astonished, rends.

Dim-seen, thro' rising mists and ceaseless show'rs,

The hoary cavern, wide-surrounding, low'rs.

Still, thro' the gap the struggling river toils,

And still, below, the horrid cauldron boils--