04/02/2026
Where am I in Stokes County?
I hide where a quieter road runs north,
Where fewer maps are drawn,
A trail begins where gravel sleeps
And leads explorers on.
Down, down, down the wooden stairs,
Where many steps you’ll go,
Your knees will learn the price you pay
To reach the falls below.
A silver curtain crashes loud
Into a waiting pool,
Where brave ones test the mountain’s chill
Though summer burns and rules.
Beside my veil, a tiny cave—
For little lives, not you,
And if you whisper near my walls,
My echo answers too.
The ones with lenses know me well,
They come when light is gold,
To catch my roar, my mist, my stone,
A thousand times retold.
Find the steps, the road, the sound—
Follow the falling calls.
I wait below, where thunder sleeps.
