A Basket Weaver’s Thanks

With nimble hands and reeds entwined,

In every basket, joy we find.

For friendships born through reeds and string,

In weaving’s warmth, our spirits sing.

Thankful for hands that stay so strong,

For busy fingers, weaving long.

They bend and pull, they loop and bind,

Keeping hands and heart aligned.

For colors, textures, shapes we mold,

Creativity in every fold.

Each basket’s form, a tale retold,

Of passion shared, of dreams made bold.

We weave together, bound by words said,

With laughter, stories, love widespread.

A circle gathered, close and true—

We’re thankful for the art we do.

So here’s to baskets, friends, and art,

To weaving love in every part.

A humble craft, yet so profound—

In woven lives, our thanks are found.