Fairly close to the mountain railway
Snowdonia by name
A ten minute walk or thereabouts
A waterfall of fame
Follow the signs it’s easy
Down a slippery track
And you will hear that energy
What is quite the attack
Mossy green banks beckon
White water one can see
A board up says no swimming
Who’d swim I thought.
Not me
The water course is narrow
The energy you feel
Dashing like a torrent
It’s clearly very real
And up ahead you see it
A presence in one’s soul
Plunging down from quite a height
It was a massive roll
A pendulous suspension
It, would not make sense
Swimming in this danger zone
Of thundering water there
Slip and fall into this wall
Of water such despair
Further up another falls
Across the railway track
Closer to the higher echelons
Increasing the attack
Rushing down from high above
Filling up the stream
It really is a violence
Out of somebody’s dream
A creaming with rough edges
Any fish who dares
To get immersed in all of this
I mean it really scares
Me a grown up human
If I slipped and fell
If I ever got out unscathed
I wouldn’t be all that well.