My eyes get to enjoy the amazing colors.
My ears tune into the soft, steady, reassuring click of my needles, like a constant whisper that all is going well.
My nose inhales the clean, sweet, earthy smell of the wool.
My mouth wishes it could eat this totally yummy yarn.
My hands get to touch yard after smooth, warm yard.
“This is heaven to know one else but me
and I’ll defend it long as I can be
left here to linger in silence if I choose to…”
-Sarah Maclaughlin
Thank you EnchantedKnoll…aka Farm-Witch..
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Ooooh, nice poem. I heart the poems, and I heart wool. Sigh.