Even as we struggled <br />To keep the wheelbarrow upright <br />To be alive in the sunlight <br />That is the thing <br />Even this cold steel shoveling <br />On Red Dog's north flank <br />To be suddenly dumbstruck <br />Looking up the green/gold column <br />Of ten thousand pine-needles <br />Ablaze with golden sunlight <br />-That is the thing.<br /><br />Craig Steiger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-rhododendrons/
