My poem, “The Stone Masons,” won the Baltimore Review’s Winter 2015 contest! I wrote the poem after visiting Reardan, the small town in Eastern Washington where my grandfather and great uncle grew up — and built a small, stone church. My quiet, strong grandfather has long been something of a mystery to me, more so since he suffered from severe dementia at the end of his life. This poem is a tribute to him as well as Uncle Ted was one of the finest men I have every known. You can both read and hear the poem at http://baltimorereview.org