A scot with fame
All letter has his name
Ere sundry winters
Verism was everyplace
And his scribing of nature
Sought summit to my praise
He the sun of poiesis
Had the nature hum
By his art to nurture
Many a heart he won
In the land of flowerets
A floral luve was sung
To the last of his picture
A portrait on wall hung
©LIL ARCHA
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