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Now listen well and hear this tale Of a sixteen year old lad Who with his wit and flying skill Made two great countries glad The chasm was eight hundred feet Across Niagara Falls The travelers could not get across The steep and spray soaked walls “We need a bridge”, cried engineers A modern thoroughfare But how to reach the other side? We cannot build on air A rocket or an arrow? No. But what about a kite? Let’s have a contest for the youth We’d have a start, though slight The people came with kites prepared For fame and a reward And Homan Walsh was very first To span the gorge with cord A string, then ropes, then cables spanned And soon the bridge was done The mighty falls could now be crossed With string it was begun And every great accomplishment Began with something small Remember Homan and his kite That bridged Niagara Falls
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
The Ballad of Homan Walsh (Prosperity Poem 28)
Now listen well and hear this tale Of a sixteen year old lad Who with his wit and flying skill Made two great countries glad The chasm was eight hundred feet Across Niagara Falls The travelers could not get across The steep and spray soaked walls “We need a bridge”, cried engineers A modern thoroughfare But how to reach the other side? We cannot build on air A rocket or an arrow? No. But what about a kite? Let’s have a contest for the youth We’d have a start, though slight The people came with kites prepared For fame and a reward And Homan Walsh was very first To span the gorge with cord A string, then ropes, then cables spanned And soon the bridge was done The mighty falls could now be crossed With string it was begun And every great accomplishment Began with something small Remember Homan and his kite That bridged Niagara Falls
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
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