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On the Brink of Niagara

MARCH 2012: POETRY by D. S. Martin You & I have stood on the brink of Niagara many times & so we know  like Coleridge  a waterfall can be sublime not merely pretty & of all the waterfalls on earth some are more majestic  more picturesque & grand  more worth the praise  more deserving of the description  We've worn raincoats within reach of the descending water's spray  & on the boat Maid of the Mist  & kissed  as if to…
D.S. Martin
October 30, 2014
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Poems by D.S. Martin

The Pump at the End of the Lane I remember the sound of the pump at the end of our cottage lane braying like a donkey singing like an old man who knows only two notes We would pump & pump until rewarded with the gush we knew would come because it always did four kids taking turns cupping hands while another worked the lever filling our throats with icy pangs of pleasure splashing each other & running from getting…
D.S. Martin
August 1, 2006