Here we sit

With a sole thought in mind

And accompanying words at heart

We wait

For they cannot be forced

The crops must ripen before picked

As the words must simmer before written

We stand for humanity

A verbal uprising sits upon lines

We do not shout

As quiet individuals in a crowd

But take a look at our work

And you will see we are

Heard in another way

Trends turn to fads then live to fade

Yet we write on

We take a simple spool and unravel

Through the needle we bend ideas

And follow through with a gentle coax

Then intertwine passion and expression

Threading words

Birthing a quilted blessing

A touch of warmth

An insight to our life

The life we are forever harvesting

We are writers

And eternally we shall be