On my way out to Haiku North America I made a slight detour in Ohio to find some poetry that was rumored to be in the woods.
It was dark when I got there so I had to find the poetry almost by feel. Then I went to bed and I got up in the morning and the poetry was still there, but brighter this time. I spent an hour walking in the woods and bumping into poetry. It frequently bumped back.
Great thanks to the Inn at Honey Run and especially to Julie Warther without whose substantial mental and physical labor none of these amazing rocks would stand where they are standing and bear the inscriptions that they do.
(There are a lot more rocks than this, by the way. You should have hired a better photographer.)