Louis-Honoré Fréchette (1839-1908), translated by Catherine Chandler

How slowly the majestic river flows, deceptive in its undulating roll; for suddenly it loses all control, collapsing to the thunderous depths below. Niagara Falls! No peaceful water hole for errant birds that brave its raging throes, then flee in fear the fiery arc that bows above the daunting . . . . Continue Reading »