Quilter's Poem

Antique Nine-Patch set on point.

This poem was posted on one of my Yahoo groups this evening. She said it came from the back of a Country Woman magazine.

Quilter's Poem

I can shop all day

and hardly spend a dime.

But let me in a fabric shop-----

I nearly lose my mind!

I see those lovely fabrics

so pretty and so bright

My eyes take on a glassy look

(it really is a fright).

My knees, they start to shaking,

my nose begins to twitch.

As I look at all the colors,

my fingers start to itch.

I picture Dresden Plate

done up in yellows and blue

Oh, look at that lavender

just right for Sun Bonnet Sue!

Across another aisle

It's true I almost ran

For a shade of brown I had to have

to make for Overall Dan.

Drunkard's Path or Ohio Star

pieced in that real bright red

Would be absolutely beautiful

covering my bed

I gasp, I pant, I simply

lose all sense of time

As I pick out all the colors

that I have to have as mine!

I hurry home, my purchases

clutched tight beneath my arm,

Dreaming of the quilts

I'll makeand how they'll keep us warm.

Housework gets forgotten

butI have no pangs of guilt

As I start cutting and a-piecing,

`cause I'm going to make a quilt!

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