Read a poem about the Craters of the Moon by Statesman reporter Jeanne Huff

If I had words

I’d tell you of a place:Out of time’s touch.Too old to know how old.Formed by shrug By shudder of earth. I wish there were words

For these angry mounds that once Screamed lava- This was thunder land.Where wind hangs its head, mournful, in caves, on rocks,Whispers secrets, tells stories, cries soft.If there were wordsI’d tell you of brave green grass, Blades grow, stubborn, against all odds Through splayed, spongy rock, Dusted with snow.If only I could, I’d tell you How loud quiet is,Can make Your ears ringAnd your heart sing. And sing.- Jeanne Huff