To see your sculptures in the garden
To see your words and photographs in the gallery
To see your tools and your templates in your workshop
To see your tiny bed and to see the schoolchildren
Using your immensely varied body of work
For their day of inspiration and sketches
And then I saw the Abutilon leaf floating
In the rain filled bowl of your River Form
It had been blown in by the breeze from
The tree further up the banking
The whole thing looks settled now
And I would especially like you
To know that so am I
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