My gram can make a quilt in a day, the six-year-old said.
My aunt came make one with her eyes shut, standing on her head.
My mother can make two before tomorrow’s grass has wet dew.
You are both crazy! You braggarts, you two!
My gram is a quilt-maker, and hers are the best.
My auntie’s are so beautiful, she edges out the competition, said Crest.
My mother’s are so fantastic, she sells her ideas on line.
Still bragging and boasting, these students of mine!
Categories:
quilters, women,
Form: Rhyme
Laughter had subsided, but the stitches were coming faster and faster.
Not so large, honey, oldster said to the young one who was learning.
Quilters are particular about their stitch size, in case you did not know.
May, another quilter nodded encouragement to the young one.
Baby’s foot was dangling from the stroller' the puppy was snoring.
Tiny stitches were making the new quilt come together in a sweet way.
I think she will be excited! One said. Another gave a harrumph sound.
Some glared; they did not want to ruin their surprise for the young mother.
Categories:
quilters, women,
Form: Prose Poetry
Most beautiful hog you have ever seen
Made her way to Miss I.O.way Queen
We called her pretty
Man, was she witty!
At I.O-way state fair could that sow preen!
Miss Almost Corn Pone jealous of the hog
Let loose her ugly mutt of a dog
Spectators amused
As the hog abused
Dog who ran to the bottom of the bog
I.O.Way butter cow at the state fair
Heard the commotion and followed them there
The Iowegians
In foreign legions
Heard about its melting without a care
Quilters came running from the 4-H hall
One still carrying her ceramic doll
In time to see
Last lick or three
As hog licked up that butter cow so tall.
The state fair had never seen such folly.
Winner of purple was that sweet dolly.
Miss Almost Corn Pone
Got mad and stomped home
Yes this year things were ever so jolly!
Categories:
quilters, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Limerick
it lives in an old chest
the auctioneer stated eyes fixed on it with a stare
I have a piece of history in my hands
let me show you he said with flair.
it is called a door quilt, he gave it a shake
made the American way ,full of dreams
females would every spare moment take
up the material and sew a few seams
they used them for warmth in those cold winter nights
each square is a talking point a memory a story brought to light
who will start me off with ,$500 the hands raise
up and up the value goes higher
'til it reached the unbelievable price of $3500.
must be a rich buyer.
Was brought by the Quilters Association of America.
used to be hung in their foyer a reminder to all
that a hobby is worthwhile no matter how small.
penned March 1 2016
bid $3500
Categories:
quilters, history,
Form: Rhyme