Sabbaday Falls

The ferocious froth of the Sabbaday brook

belies its genteel name born of a Sunday

go-to-meeting era of times long past,

when sturdy settlers turned to gentle

pursuits after prayer, horse-and-buggying

on over to meet and behold the power

of their natural surroundings, the amazing

geological formations born of an ice age

scraping and moulding the mountain

landscape.  Time has long tumbled by

and that age long gone, but the ancient

landscape remains inviolate, nature's proud

and lofty heights, the tumbling glacial-cool

waters thundering through clefts and

crevices, chasms and walls of towering

granite.  Pools of lichen-green meltwater

haven for fish, the surrounding forest ringing

with birdsong, shaggy maples and yellow

birch, pine and spruce witness to changing 

seasons, a static arras of timeless beauty.