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Our farm is a great place to hang special family items for everyone to enjoy. When I was at our farm yesterday, I took special notice of some framed poems written on birch bark. Imagine spending the summer on an island in Maine and having the time to write a poem.These were written by a friend to my great grandfather. Notice that in the rhyme below they misspelled "forest"....my great grandfather's last name was Forrest.
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Beautiful piece of work and example of typograpghy. What strikes me most is the fact that people would spend such personal time to create beautiful thoughts and objects to show appreciation of friendship... and that others have continued to keep it alive.
Posted by: jon | November 09, 2009 at 10:38 AM