Hahndorf Heaven

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A poem about how a hank of yarn found me.

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Hahndorf Heaven

The hank of homespun yarn was on a shelf

In Camellia Country Cottage,

From pottery to paper, clothing, and ornaments

Some chunky, some delicate and precious.

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The hank of homespun caught my eye

But my attention shifted and moved on

Too many colours and creations

From trendy and modern to bygone.

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For it wasn’t wise to hurry

Or to speed up my curious pace

Or I would miss seeing a nook or a book

Or something finished with lace.

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The shop was filling my senses

The simplicity soothed my soul

It was a treasure trove of goodies

Nothing glitzy, just charming and whole.

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Then my eyes were drawn back to the hank on the shelf

Not knowing what on earth it would make.

But I knew that I had to have it

That challenge I was willing to take.

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It came back to Queensland in my luggage

All the way from Hahndorf, SA

Snuggled up with the socks and sweaters

To its new home far far away.

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The hank, placed in my craft room

Waited for its time to shine

When I would unravel, let the colours burst out

The purples and blues were divine.

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The hank caught my eye yesterday

I got it down from the shelf to explore

The texture and colours told a story

As I rolled it into a ball.

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I’ve run my fingers through,

admired the hues

The beautiful fibre, red, green, yellow, and blue

What will it become? What will it make?

I’ll seize that challenge, whatever it takes.

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Thanks for reading

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