nichepoetryandprose

poetry and prose about place

cascade across the rock

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Earlier this summer, in July, we visited Little Sheephouse Falls, northwest of Miramichi.  The Falls are part of the watershed of the South Branch of the Big Sevogle River.

To see Little Sheephouse Falls requires a short hike through mixed woods.  The trail to the Falls is very well maintained by the forest company who manages the area and was an easy walk in spite of my arthritic knees. 

The woods were green with ferns and other woodland plants.  My favourite of these was a little vine of Mitchella repens L. cascading across a lichened rock.  Commonly known as Partidge-berry, Mitchella is a small vine with roundish opposite leaves, often found growing in shady, mossy woods.  It has pinkish flowers and small red berries.  The Flora I consulted says it is found where it can be free from the competition of more vigorous plants.

Mitchella repens growing across a rock in the woods

We did not go to the base of the falls, but kept to the trails navigating the escarpment.  The falls are about 20 meters high, with a large pool and a cave at the base.  They were a white torrent on the day we visited, making a rumbling thunder in striking contrast to the quiet woods.

Little Sheephouse Falls

Directions to Little Sheephouse Falls, and other waterfalls in New Brunswick, are contained at Nicholas Guitard’s website http://www.waterfallsnewbrunswick.ca and in his 2009 book Waterfalls of New Brunswick (see ‘books about natural spaces’).

Waterfalls are spaces to soothe the soul and inspire love for natural areas.  They engage the senses… the sounds of the gurgling stream and the roar of the waterfall, the feel of cool, clean water, and the sight of water bubbling and boiling, following the contours of the landscape. 

 

the three fates, spinning

~

1.

wound on the rock

mended by waterfall thread

~

2.

at last I touch

the water

real, wet water

(not a report or diagram

but the flavor feel and smell

of water)

~

it pours through my fingers

delivers to me

the mosses

the lichens

(the moth on the pin where she has always

wanted to be)

~

3.

the doe must feel this

as she crosses

the road-to-nowhere

when the birch and aspen enfold her

~

or the ant

as she maps the labyrinth

on the rotting morel

when she touches the ground

(blessed ground)

~

or the needles of white pine

when they find the note

split the wind into song

            ~

4.

the three fates

spinning

~

the waterfall

diverted by the rock

Published as: “the three fates, spinning”,  The Antigonish Review 165, Spring 2011.

(revised)

© Jane Tims

needles of white pine...split the wind into song

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  1. What a special place- enjoyed the verse!

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    Watching Seasons

    September 13, 2011 at 7:51 pm

  2. I’m so glad I stopped by here this morning. It was a wonderful way to start the day. I feel as though I just paid a visit to the waterfall. Thank you. 🙂

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    Robin

    September 9, 2011 at 10:03 am

  3. what amazing pictures..:-)

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    abichica

    September 8, 2011 at 8:24 am


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