I lost my hat
That windy day.
Ah there it went;
An accident.
Don’t blame myself.

Niagara, no!
Please give it back.
I got too close:
Hat, adios,
Out on the edge.

I miss my hat!
I miss its shade.
I left the Falls;
My hat, it stayed.

Leaned out too far
Over the rail;
I got my shot.
Wish I had not!
Wind got my hat.

I miss my hat!
I miss its shade.
I left the Falls;
My hat, it stayed.

Just see my hat
In this sad shot:
That last big ledge
right near the edge,
In the wild grass and rocks,

Cruel wind it blows.
Nobody knows
When it will stop
Breaking my heart,
Taking my hat.

Mike Enright, 2015