Every day, a photograph, a poem. I think this is the day last fall we ventured down the roads in the bed of what was an ancient waterfall that create the Grand Coulee. Now, it’s called Dry Falls. The whole area is surrounded by the coulee basalt walls from an ancient lava flow. At the end of this wall, one portion stood out in the grey sky, like leader or lone Grandfather Rock speaking truth to power. Sometimes we need to take that stance.
Listen to Grandfather RockSheri Edwards
Once flowing, now frozen columns
In layers on layers and on and on
But for one, apart, reaching for the sky:
Sometimes we must stand alone.
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