post #3:

Maples ran by the shoreline. They were like mimes. The trees were rainbows. The prarie grass hugged the shore. It sprang up like wildfire. Rocks ran along the shore. They were as rough as Ms. Decker's grading. The lampost was a renegade. Rapids cascaded downhill.The water stilled before a cliff. Rapids thundered down the cliff. A tree drownded in the waters. The falls violence was like a hurricane. The water sounded like a stampede. The cliffs are the color of midnight. Foam and spray jumped by the bottom of the falls.