I SEEK THE POET WITHIN

RIGHT! and where is that poet?   I create in fabric, maybe that is where my true poet resides, my ability to write seems to have weakened the words no longer flow, but my goodness I am creating textile art one right after another. I am enjoying every minute of the process.  I ignore the call of my yard, it is calling but I am only able to work a few hours a week, my body is wrenching in pain after each venture into the dirt, weeding is just plain painful...Not just while I am doing yard work but for days after, I guess this is why as the home owner gets older the weeds get bolder. 

The New Season

Their little heads droop
Only five days without rain
And the pretty little buds have begun to droop
This is  the beginning of a long summer
One day of sunshine and the rain is forgotten
We forget how the rain keeps our yards so green and crisp
After five days the weeds begin to look down trodden
Five sunny days and the whole yard looks sad
I begin looking for clouds and dragging out the hoses
The watering season has begun

Okay there is a poem now lets go back to the sewing room I am hooked on quilting