Old Bart.
£29.30
£6.05 UK delivery. Dispatched within 3 days.
£29.30
£6.05 UK delivery. Dispatched within 3 days.
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About this item
Meet Old Bart. He is an ex history lecturer at the local collage. He can be found most days down by the canal reminiscing on life through clouded memories. He is 4 inches of basswood and painted with acrylics.
About this item
Meet Old Bart. He is an ex history lecturer at the local collage. He can be found most days down by the canal reminiscing on life through clouded memories.
He is 4 inches of basswood and painted with acrylics.
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Old Bart In the hush of shavings, soft and pale, Stands Bart, carved from the grain, Cap pulled low, white beard like snow That never melts, though seasons go. His wooden hands rest deep in seams, Of coat and vest the color of dreams Mustard-gold and earth-brown stains Where the knife once kissed the veins. Eyes half-shut, he drifts away To summers long before this day Barefoot runs through fields of light, A boy who laughed from dawn till night. He feels again the river's cold, The rope-swings high, the courage bold, The first soft kiss, the firefly glow, The world still wide and yet to know. Now time has planed him down to this A pocketed stance, a quiet bliss. Yet in the wood his youth still sings, While green light holds the ancient things. Old Bart remembers, still and true The boy he was still lives in you. TSG Carving