Gardener at Heart - Book Two

The Textile Artist (Yarrow, Achillea millefolium)


I used to keep my people warm

In frost and wind and fog and storm;

With bits of fluff and sticks I formed the magic stuff of clothes.


My spindle spun with giddy cheer,

My needles fenced like eager deer,

And loop by tiny loop appeared the missing human pelt.


Sometimes a child would come to see

How much was done, whose it would be,

And questing fingers gently squeezed the springy finished rows.


Well, times have changed, but I’m still true;

I do things no machine can do;

I could still save your life if you will let the spell be felt.


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