Layers of Niagara
Come see the waters
Crashing down becoming mist
Flowing to the sea.
I’ve never written a Haiku poem before. We’ve never been to Niagara Falls before. Both are more complex than they seem.
Come see the waters
Crashing down becoming mist
Flowing to the sea.
I’ve never written a Haiku poem before. We’ve never been to Niagara Falls before. Both are more complex than they seem.
Our French is pretty limited, so we ask the hotel guy to book us a cab to the car rental depot. He orders a cab to the airport instead, because “Personne n’est assez stupide pour conduire de Montréal à Niagara Falls!” (literally “nobody is stupid enough to drive from Montreal to Niagara Falls!”)