Descriptive Essay On Waterfalls

The Waterfalls

Visiting a waterfall, especially on a hot sultry day, can be a favorite

way to spend a day. You get in your car, drive for miles, then get out

and walk the remainder of the way to a waterfall. Civilization has

cleared and marked a pathway for you and the many thousands like

you that have also come to enjoy these named landmarks. Rarely do

you get to enjoy the natural beauty of one by just stepping out into

your own backyard.

Behind my house, barely noticeable, is a trail leading through the

woods to a waterfall. The trail is narrow but well worn. Any shrubbery

that would have grown has been trampled down and all that is left is

a very narrow path, overhung with branches from the trees that mark

its sides. As I start down the trail, I begin to feel the trees closing

around me until the house can no longer be seen. I follow the trail to

where it stops at the creek's edge, approaching quietly so as not to

disturb any of the wild creatures that has come to enjoy the cool

fresh water.

I gently cross over the creek using the stones, which show the wear

of several previous crossing, so that I can have full view of the creek

and the beauty it possesses. I can hear the rush of the water long

before I see the falls. As I sit down on the big gray slate rock that

has been warmed by the early morning sun, I begin to gulp in the

beauty as a starving man would gulp down food. I start my usual

ritual of examining the banks of the creek by gazing down the right

side of it first. I notice that the wild azaleas are in full bloom and that

the trees have regained all their leaves. They stand tall and majestic

as if they are soldiers standing guard. My gaze travels up one of the

trees to find two squirrels chattering down at me as if to say "Go

away and leave us in peace." Further down starts the gentle bend

that takes the remainder of the creek from my view.

My gaze shifts to the left side of the bank and there lies an old oak

tree that has fallen long ago. It still lies partially upon its stump so

that it looks like the shape of an "L". Two ducks are using it for a

resting perch. I continue my perusal up the bank to the dogwood

trees. Their beauty is awesome. Their branches, filled with ivory

white blossoms, stretch across the creek as if trying to touch the

other side. They remind me of an archway, waiting for someone to

walk beneath them. Standing alongside the bank is a beautiful doe

with her newborn fawn. She flicks her ears and raises her nose to the

air as if to catch my scent. I do not move hoping that she will stay

just a bit longer. After she dashes away, my eyes continue their

assault of the banks. Slowly it comes into focus, the thing that has

drawn me here day after day. The waterfall!

As I gaze at it, I can feel the coolness and the power of the water as

it rushes over the rocks and into the pool ten feet below. I lay back

on my rock and see that the trees have opened their leaves to allow

me a view of the sky. The sky is an azure blue with white pillowy


I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the waterfall and let it lure

me into that nowhere land that makes me feel as if I totally alone,

the lone survivor on this planet. My mind goes oblivious to everything

except for the rushing sound of the water. Slowly other sounds begin

to filter through. I hear the birds singing, the squirrels still chattering

away as I continue to lie there totally at peace with myself.

It seems as if only seconds have passed but I know that it must be

hours because I can no longer feel the warmth of the sun. Slowly I

rise, knowing that I must start heading back to the house. I take one

last long look and I begin to wonder, as I have so many times before,

will it be here when I come back again? Will the wild animals allow me

to share the waterfall, the creek and the beauty of it all again with

them? I certainly hope so because I can think of no other place I

would love to visit so frequently than the waterfall that is a part of

my own backyard.




Rivers            Waterfalls       The Sea


Water Falls


Waterfall acrostic poem
Whooshing, pushing, gushing over rocks

Attacking every thing in sight

Thrashing, bashing, crushing rocks and things like that

Error, terror, hear the power

Recking, decking, pecking in and out of rocks

Faster, crashier, bashier all around the place

Arting, darting, carting all the rocks around

Looking, cooking, booking in and out like a meander

Lushing, sushing, mushing every-where

By Molly


Waterfalls have wonderful plunge pools

At the top it’s the hard rock

Terrifying plunges faster faster onto the rocks

Every day eroding the softest rocks.

Rocks – there’s too hard at top, too soft at the bottom

That’s a waterfall.

Ferocious water swash onto rocks below

At the bottom it is soft rock

Landing in plunge pool going fast away

Leaving the waterfall starting to calm.


By Craig, Penkridge Middle School




Gushing, splashing, falling waterfall

Toppling off the fall

Clashing in to the plunge pool

Deep and cold and strong

Tan away, it goes down it’s path meaning

Curving tight round the bend,

Flowing slowly

Tickling over pebbles

Splashing against the rocks


By Amy, Penkridge Middle School

Splashing Waterfall

The Waterfall is rushing, rolling,
tumbling, whizzing and then swishing
swiftly at the bottom.

Next the water is getting rougher

and tougher all you can hear is

it groaning, moaning, whimpering and

grumbling too.


Its still going on forever but ….

its night now its calming down

and at morning it will start all over again.



By Leah, Penkridge Middle School


Waterfall Power

The power of a

waterfall is

strong and fast,

cascading down

the whinstone

creating a

tremendous splash, the

strong water

disturbs the

soft shale rock in

the plunge pool

below, where it

turns into rapids

going faster

and slow. The

rapids go round

and round making loud

splashing sounds as

the river goes

up stream swirling

Danielle, St. Edward's Middle School



Waterfall contrasts

Shale wears away

Then the whinstone collapses.

The water goes plunging down.

When it does that lots of times it forms a gorge.

The power of the waterfall is immense.

The river is flowing gently.

It does that every time the river comes to a waterfall

St. Edward's Middle School



The waterfall journey

Waterfalls come down with power

and they are like a big tower

The noise is very loud

You have to shout

and no way is there any trout


The water starts to wear the shale away

The whinstone collapses

By the end of the day


It starts to make a really big gorge

And the whole process starts again

I hope this poem has not been lame

And l hope to see you again and agai

St. Edward's Middle School





A peaceful waterfall?

A waterfall plunges down the cliff

Banging, crashing, amazing, a Gorge is formed

Whinstone and shale rapidly


which turns to

a rocky bed

Powerful water a dramatic feature

Noisy very noisy

Then the river Flows on and o


Rebecca, St. Edward's Middle School




The waterfall comes down in a flash

And you can hear a noise splash

The whinstone rock breaks away

Because of shale rock this happens in a day

The rock falls down and forms a gorge

Then it starts over and over again.

The power is fantastic

The waterfall is loud

On top you must be able to see sensational clouds

The waterfall is marvellous

Waterfalls are cool

And also big or small

Have you heard the splash?

Have you heard the crash


Jessica, St. Edward's Middle School


Rivers            Waterfalls       The Sea






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