The poem that is written on this is by Eleanor Graham a old book of poetry I found at a old book store.
The piece is done in acrylic on water color paper..The colors of nature and the beautiful words of poetry.
Because you can not read this on the piece.. I am writing it below..
I shall be a mountain stream,
And you will be my bed.
I shall be my own sweet dream
Of things that you have said.
I shall be a story's words,
And you the author of it.
I shall be the flight of birds,
And you the sky above it.
I shall be the swaying wheat,
And you the wind that blows;
And we shall find each other, sweet,
In everything that grows.
What matter if my youth should fade,
Or if your step should falter?
The pattern of our love is made
On lines that never alter.
Eleanor Graham 1944
May you all have a great Labor Day weekend..
May you always dream in color.