I extol just such a scene as this in the recently completed “Over the Mountain” poem. I took this impromptu photograph on Friday whilst out among the hills—to me, heaven.
Thoughts
You know something is central to a poem when you are prepared to rework or sacrifice any other part of the composition to preserve it—when it appears in every variation and has survived every revision.
This, at first, seems an impossible task, for I consider them all to be promising; but over time the shortcomings of each become apparent, and one by one they are discarded until the most succinct variation remains.
Forgotten Fields 