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Maid of the Mist

Maid of the Mist Living on the mighty Niagara, the Ongiaras dwelled in peace but the village members were perishing at the will of an unknown beast They gathered fruits and fresh killed game, and sacrificed to the God of Thunder but all was refused so a maiden was chosen to calm this raging wonder. Lovely Lelawala the chiefs only child, her hair wrapped in baby’s breath, in a doeskin robe she stood at the falls plunged in and fell to her death The Thunder Gods’ son caught the maiden and awestruck by her charm, she promised she’d give herself to him if he’d save her people from harm. He told her a tale of a giant snake, that lived in the river bed, it poisoned the Indian village at night and then devoured the dead. So the Indian brave killed the serpent and Lelawala promised to care and always protect the raging falls and all who ventured there.. Chandeliers of water cascading down in it‘s splendor, harbors this, the spirit of lovely Lelawala Niagara Falls “Maid of the Mist”.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 1/17/2012 7:26:00 AM
Thank you for sharing this splendid peice. While I was reading, I was picturing this story as a childrens book.
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Date: 1/12/2012 9:52:00 AM
Well done. A very enjoyable read. I like a good poem that tells a tale. Rockman
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Date: 12/31/2011 11:50:00 PM
Why hasn't anyone reviewed this one previously? You have told a fascinating tale with some good rhyming. This is a good one.
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