Alas, poor Yurek, you newly gaveled one. Bear your burden well, lest it temper your fun!
You've bestowed warm and welcomed words of wisdom slung,
To eager ears from honed and able tongue.
And now it is that honor comes.....to raise up one more of we sporting bums.
We vagabonds and nere' do wells.....whose slinging exploits cast their spells....
Upon each of us, we band of brothers, (and those few sis's too) as well as that untold hoarde of others.
And of the ones that often come to see, what strange, obsessive lot are we.....
There are among them some who know, that what we do is not just for show.
But instead to make ripple and wave, with neither hand nor head, rock nor stave.
For it's heart and spirit we truly wish to share......
And it's our spinning threads that take us there.
Peace,
VIW