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About ANN BONESTELL

the My father was a lumberman, as was his father before him.

Artist & Grandpa manufactured maple components for the Irish linen mills.
Dad and his brothers operated a dry kiln and sawmill, processing the
the lumber that put food on our tables and roofs over our heads. From a
young age I learned a deep respect and love for all things wood.
Work In 1987, when I first heard Laurie Lewis’ song The Maple’s Lament,

I began instantly to see the trees in a much deeper way. This book
was born from 35 years of pondering the lyrics, truly learning them
“by heart.”

Offered now with profound love and gratitude for George Anthony
Beckman, Charles Leo Beckman, Singer Songwriter Laurie Lewis,
Michelle Belto, Lyn Belisle, The Enso Circle and, most of all, for The
Trees.

The Maple’s Lament

When I was alive the birds would nest upon my boughs
And all through long Winter nights the storms would ‘round me howl

And when the day would come I’d raise my branches to the sun.

I was the child of Earth and Sky and all the world was one.

But now that I am dead the birds no longer sing in me
And I feel no more the wind and rain as when I was a tree

But bound so tight in wire strings I have no room to grow

And I am but the slave who sings when master draws the bow.
THE MAPLE’S LAMENT
BOOK:
But sometimes from my memory I can sing the birds in flight MIXED MEDIA, ENCAUSTIC, AND MAPLE
TWIGS
And I can sing of sweet dark Earth and endless starry nights OPEN: 27” X 18”
CLOSED: 6” X 18”
But oh my favorite song of all I truly do believe

Is the song the sunlight sang to me while dancing on my leaves. PLATFORM:
22” X 5” X 1” www.BonestellStudios.com
SPALTED AMBROSIA MAPLE

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