This project has lead to the general realisation that we have a wonderful poet in the group.
Her poems have become a valuable part of each canvas.
Remember the stories, the larks we shared,
The ones you carved hidden from the world,
Of drunken nights, we wish not to evoke.
Remember the noise, that crashing godly
Sound, of slaughtered men crying in agony.
Killed by heroes, believing they're right.