It was a cord of maple, cut and split
And piled--and measured, four by four by eight.
And not another like it I could see.
No runner tracks in this year's snow looped near it.
And it was older sure than this year's cutting,
Or even last year's or the year's before.
The wood was grey and the bark warping off it
And the pile somewhat sunken. Clematis
Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle.
What held it though on one side was a tree
Still growing, and on one a stake and prop,
These latter about about to fall.
--Excerpt from The Wood-Pile by Robert Frost
This is the second in a series of drawings based on some of Robert Frost's poems that I am studying for school. The timer is no correct, I spent a lot of time just reading another page on the internet while leaving the drawing open. It's probably a few hours off. This one was harder than the Birches one, and it probably isn't very good compared to the other. I got impatient and just finished the background as fast as possible.
Well, I hope you like it.Comments and critique appreciated.
Thank you,
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