On Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina, there is a mile high metal bridge. It leads to the base of the rocks that make up the head of the old man of the mountain. Engineers designed the bridge to flex with the hurricane wind extremes that occur during the winter months.  Steel anchors are embedded in the rocks and hold the bridge in place. Some are fixed and some have springs that allow the bridge to move in place.  Strong cables act as guywires for the bridge.

Buildings, bridges, and trees all need solid anchors to survive. We also need anchors in our life to survive. No matter how strong we think we are, without an anchor we are in for a fall.  Those steel anchors are useless, unless they are embedded in solid rock. What or who is the solid rock that anchors your life when the storms come.

Strong anchors bring strength
Stability for life’s storms
Winter winds blow hard






Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Rock and Cedar

What exciting times // earth trembled // lifted
Oceans became mountains // vertigo rocks
“There’s a whole lotta shakin’ going on”
Crusty rumblings while continents shifted
Ocean sands oozed into valleys //magma cooled
Rocks crumbled as earth played musical chairs;
Boulders break off //tumble like drunk men
Finding a resting place as waters pooled
Tree-covered landscapes rooted in new soil
Former plants were buried beneath the shale
Digesting and ruminating for years
Becoming black liquid gold we call oil
Rock that rested a thousand years or more
Catches thorny cedars on creek bank shores


Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Lillian, at d’Verse, asked us to continue our work with writing imagery in the Rubaiyat form. She wants us to add images and descriptions using our five plus one senses. Kinesthetic added  to the list. This involves the feeling one gets when spinning or tumbling out of control.

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An Unlikely Pair (Haiku)


Cedar and shale stuck

Braving elements attack

Only one will last


Torn from their birthplace

Together under the stars

Whole lotta shakin’ gon’ on


Aging together

A rocky relationship

Mismatched from the start


Knotty log waiting

For rising waters lifting

Leaving rocks behind


Photo: Dwight L. Roth



Paul Simon and Art Garfunkle had a hit song that said, “I am a rock, I am an island. For a rock feels no pain and an island never cries…”  The isolated aloneness of this song makes me say, “No that’s not me!”    I cannot imagine living without my family roots.  They give me a sense of history and a set of values, morals and faith that I have drawn on all my life.   I believe roots are necessary whether they are birth family, an adopted family, or community of faith. Life must be very lonely  without connection to our roots.


Without roots

We are pulled weeds


Tossed in the pathway of life

Rooted out

Sometimes by our own choosing

Or pulled from family gardens

Thrown onto the pathway of life

By cynicism and judgement


To be trampled underfoot

But our roots can still grow

Alone in the hard cracks of humanity

Rising again and again

To bloom one last time


Courageous strength

Refusing to dry up

In the pathway of life

No matter what comes our way

Without embedded roots

We are only  tumbleweeds

Dust in the wind

In a desert of humanity