Come grab your chair I'm over here These days we write won't disappear
We sit to watch the stories grow
I've traveled your stories You rest in my poems We share the shade of leaning, home
We sit to watch the stories grow
When you're the leaves and I'm the stem, we root together and wait for Spring
We sit to watch the stories grow
And next year's harvest starts with this year's seeds We gather our words on this fragile belief
We sit to watch the stories grow
- A golden shovel for #openwrite with line from collaborative NWP poem https://www.ethicalela.com/composing-from-compost/