Just home from Sheffield again. This poem is on the side of one of the buildings belonging to the 'other' Sheffield university (Hallam). It catches you as you walk up into town from the train station, and you can get a sense of scale because those are perfectly normal-sized trees.
Is it part of the architecture? A public work of art? A poem which just happens to have a rather unusual medium of publication?
In any case, I hope you'll agree it was worth my stopping to take a photo.
In case anyone isn't aware, Andrew Motion is Britain's Poet Laureate. I don't know whether this poem constituted part of his official duties in that role.