this oiled gravel path
twists and climbs, and sinks again
to show us
what we have forgotten
on the way
how sun fills valleys
empty of anything but trees,
dances on leaf tips
like light brushstrokes
and how these same trees
left uncut
will arch branches like arms,
and hold hands high up,
shape living tunnels
and also
these curves say something
about the men who made this road
how, instead of blasting a tall, narrow waterfall
they chose to shape a hairpin turn around it
and place a shoulder exactly there
and nowhere else
for no reason
except to allow us to stop
and gasp
at this unexpected gift
Susan Daniels Poetry 
The voice of the gardener and nature lover! Observant! The last three stanzas are very strong – can I summarise them as beautifully portraying how humanity can make a choice on whether to reap or rape nature in the work of development? well done, Susan!
Thank you, Noel–and, yes, they can be summarized that way, and I am thankful in this case they chose to reap.
Yes. Sometimes a bit of care with necessity can expose a wonder.
Yes! And this is such a wonder, next week, when I drive to the farm and skirt the very edge of Zoar Valley, I will bring my camera, stop on this shoulder, and share the pics with you guys on here…
Sounds good!