II_XIV Handwritten Poem

An original poem highlighting the importance of taking care of nature in critical times.

Part of the collection: For the Land. A collection of sketches where 100% of the profit is donated to The National Parks Conservation Association (NPCA). The NPCA work to protect and preserve our nation’s most iconic and inspirational places for future generations. 

Together let’s remember the past, value the present, and preserve the future. 

Archival Ink on 100% cotton rag, deckled edge paper. Handwritten and signed.

Due to the nature of handwritten items, each are unique and vary slightly.

Dimensions:

Poem: 3.3"x 5.2", due to the nature of the deckled edge paper, measurements may vary slightly.

*Note colors may shift slightly on different screens.

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Poem:

II XIV

In the bloom of spring a tree there stands

Intertwined in a cliff, it's dwelling there

Overlooking droplets suspended in air

Reaching for heavenly golden hands

In the thicket of trees a deer lies

Keeping close watch of its fawn adjacent

Awaiting for the the fog to dissipate

Anticipating greens brushed in sunlight

And sometimes my feet feel so heavy

All the schemes they seem to know

To carry me forward, step by step—

In the soil

To carry me through this world-

Their world.

Passing through I think of how I too

Would like to dwell on a cliff

Sit upon ferns ladened with colors in bloom

To see the fog rise-

To let the sun kiss the ground once again.

With muddy boots, I stop —

Breathe—

The first in a long time.

And turn my back to the cardinal landscape

Not to ignore

to care for the hand that fed me—

Feeds you.