| I opened the door, Put my foot on the floor And stood there all a gasp! It was filled with the things my heart desired, And now was within my grasp. The paints were there all lined up in rows, And the wood bits were painted or bare; My heart all a flutter I started to stutter, And could not believe I was there. The buttons and bows and beads by the score, Were piled in boxes that scattered the floor. The shelves were stocked with books and cards Fabric and ribbon Were there by the yards. There were bears on chairs, And birds in houses, And a few ladies buying Minus their spouses. Flower bunches around the back were hanging from some of the walls; The wreaths, the wire, the branches, and of course..... the styrofoam balls. There were painting instructions And class inductions; To learn how to be a success. You could sew or paint or create something new Which hopefully would not be a mess. I stood by the racks that contained all the tacks Holding items that I'd never seen; There were bottles of glitter, And birds that twitter, And postcards to say where you've been. I climbed the stairs in the middle of the shop To see what was up in the room, I could see from the steps as I went on my way; An old witch was attached to a broom. She was there of course for Halloween She was the meanest thing I'd seen With a big evil grin and a pimply old chin; And a felt coat obnoxiously green. The pumpkins were round with stalks and all And ready for the big scarey night; They were painted or sewn Or organically grown, And eager to give you a fright. The brushes and pens, and the odds and ends, Were there for me to see; I couldn't think of another place Where I would rather be. I love to craft and make my quilts, And always look to find All sorts of fabrics and fancy things, Which always invade my mind. The shop here in town is tiny and sweet It even has fudge, homemade, to eat. It's gifts will surprise And delight all the eyes; And to visit only once, is sometimes a feat. There's a little "For Sale" sign now on the lawn, Which is covered all over in snow. It stands there all day, Beckoning my way, Whilst, I hope she decides not to go. I'd miss the shop and all that it's got And sadly I'd say farewell. I'm hoping like mad That I'll not get sad But I'd miss its ringing doorbell. I hope it stays... for all of my days, And fills my heart with glee. I'll wander close by And no doubt I will sigh And perhaps it just may miss me ! (Craft Shop For Sale - dedicated to the fun I had in the little shop in town ... sadly it has now closed and I will miss it greatly.) ~Jana MB~ (copyright 2001) |
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