Other Media on wood, ready to hang.

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This artwork comes with an external frame

This is one of my favourite poems.
It’s perfect.
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.” "Trees" was published in August 1913. Kilmer died from a sniper's bullet on a battlefield in France on July 30, 1918, at the age of 31.