Coming on down the line
We see a place forgotten
Man about whom a life's work
Has Been devoted, cast away

On paper

A life of other-worldly delight
In simplicity's own backyard
Of words and deeds, heroes and queens
Scratched onto, and consuming

A sheaf

Rich white lines and slashing
Gold, fighting for a single goal
Across the tarp in magic procession
A colour's cove of life in session