Hilda Greenhough Poet Rhyme

Thank you, India

Thank you, India!
Thanks for your skill with fabric.
Thanks for your looms of magic.
For centuries in our World,
Your cotton threads were firmly twirled.

Thanks for clothes that keep us warm,
That help save us from the storm,
But there is one swatch that brings me joy.
Hail to that awesome wonder,
Beautiful, beautiful corduroy. 
        Thank you.

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Mike Bayles November 20, 2025 at 7:37 PM A pleasant read. I like the ending, too. Hilda Greenhough November 20, 2025 at 8:13 PM Thank you. I always feel happy wearing corduroy

John Loving Iii October 22, 2025 at 3:14 PM There many nations to thank. This poem reminds me of The silk Road and all the places traders go and bring back things of value. You name a few here. Corduroy??? I would have said rugs. Hilda Greenhough October 22, 2025 at 10:01 PM Yes, rugs too. The hand-knitted cable sweater may actually be Irish. I like to hear the history.

Dr. Vandana Sharma October 9, 2025 at 7:35 AM What a beautiful heart warming poem ,just like the soft fabrics of India., my country. Thank you for sharing this poem. Hilda Greenhough October 9, 2025 at 11:57 AM I'm glad you liked my poem. Thanks to your innovation, I enjoy my soft, beautiful clothes.

Kim Rodrigues October 6, 2025 at 9:46 AM Enjoyed your tribute to clothes made in India and corduroy! :) Hilda Greenhough October 6, 2025 at 4:37 PM Thank you. I tend to write what I live. And wear.

Zyrool Gifford September 30, 2025 at 8:58 AM A wonderful tribute to their beautiful fabric. I love their exquisite designs on their silk saris. Beautifully written, Hilda. Hilda Greenhough September 30, 2025 at 9:48 PM Thank you.

Daniel Henry Rodgers September 24, 2025 at 1:26 PM Dear Hilda, It's so thoughtful and specific, and I love the way you celebrate something as simple as fabric. The line about corduroy being an "awesome wonder" made me smile. Blessings, Hilda, Daniel Hilda Greenhough September 24, 2025 at 4:40 PM Corduroy. It's very good for the approaching winter. Thanks.

David Crandall September 21, 2025 at 6:42 PM I'd like to tack on, thanks for your wonderful food! Hilda Greenhough September 21, 2025 at 7:59 PM When i think of curry, I can imagine Indian food. I don't think I've ever tasted it, though. It must be good.

Panagiota Romios September 20, 2025 at 5:46 PM Hi Hilda, This is a poem i really liked,appreciation and joy loudly! I used to enjoy their incense and colorful blankets)) “Pangie” Hilda Greenhough September 20, 2025 at 6:23 PM Thank you. Yes, incense and smells of highly spiced foods. India has many interesting facets.

Danny Derden September 20, 2025 at 11:16 AM Warm-hearted. The poem is a tribute wrapped in gratitude, weaving history, craftsmanship, and personal delight into a rhythmic celebration. The shift from global appreciation to a specific affection for corduroy adds charm and personality. It’s sincere, playful, and tactile—like running your fingers across a favorite fabric. Hilda Greenhough September 20, 2025 at 12:42 PM Thank you. I'm so glad that my poem made a positive impression on you.

Paige Hind September 19, 2025 at 10:24 PM Cool :) I love Indian saris Hilda Greenhough September 20, 2025 at 10:54 AM They are colorful and fashionable. Thanks.

Christopher Delegans September 18, 2025 at 10:21 PM A very talented and heartfelt message of gratitude. Nicely written, Hilda. Hilda Greenhough September 19, 2025 at 7:01 AM Thank you.

Joseph P. DiMino September 18, 2025 at 12:37 PM Brilliant! Very well said. Silk was designed so women could walk around naked in public. My wife has designed many a garment. Hilda Greenhough September 18, 2025 at 12:45 PM What talent your wife must have. I learned something new every day. Lately I've been researching fabric. Most of it is plastic. Thank you for reading my poem.

CayCay Godwin September 18, 2025 at 9:11 AM This expression of gratitude makes a wonderful poem. What would Soup be like if each poet wrote a poem showing gratitude for something and posted them the same day? Just a random CayCay thought, I have a lot of those. Actually, I guess they're the only kind I can have (now laughing at myself.) I enjoyed! Poetry hugs ... CayCay Hilda Greenhough September 18, 2025 at 9:16 AM Thank you. I am occasionally inspired by clothing. Lol. You might like my poem Penny Loafers. Thank you for your visit.

Rowena Velasco September 18, 2025 at 7:07 AM A heartfelt and joyful tribute, Hilda! Your words weave gratitude and inspiration—keep sharing your beautiful voice. Hilda Greenhough September 18, 2025 at 7:12 AM I appreciate your words. I intend to continue to search for inspiration. Thank you.

Victor Buhagiar September 17, 2025 at 11:16 PM Alas I am not familiar with what cloth is made of. I know nylon, cotton, wool but not what they are used for. Still you poem is a delight. Hilda Greenhough September 17, 2025 at 11:26 PM Thank you.

Valsa George September 17, 2025 at 10:17 PM Yes, you are right. Cotton fabrics originated from the Indus Valley... mainly from India and Pakistan, later was shared by many more countries. Cotton is something so weather friendly. Hilda Greenhough September 17, 2025 at 11:07 PM I still can't figure how corduroy is smooth on the inside but has rows on the outside. I love wearing it. Thank you for the addition of your comment.

Gershon Wolf September 17, 2025 at 7:38 PM No kidding! Corduroy! Who woulda thunk it?! Hilda Greenhough September 17, 2025 at 8:52 PM I researched fabrics and India invented most of them, even plaid. Sorry Scotland. Corduroy is my favorite.

sara Etgen-Baker September 17, 2025 at 5:56 PM your poem gave me pause...sometimes we're not grateful for things in our lives like corduroy...well said. wishing you a pleasant evening, hugs, Sara Hilda Greenhough September 17, 2025 at 6:44 PM Yes, I am a poetic fashionista..