Take me to the Renaissance,
not the faire (though I do like a good turkey leg).
Take me waaaaaay back
to when we was all plump
chilling with Shakespeare,
communing with the greats
as they painted the Saints
Jesus on the cross
and glimpses blood and tumult
“I would like to buy your spinning wheel,” said Katie, “how much do you want for it?”
“Three hundred dollars,” said the woman.
Katie reached for her purse.
“I prefer it to be paid in cash,” she said, “it means a lot to me. I would very much like it to mean a lot to you.”
Not having cash, Katie drove several blocks to the bank and returned with the payment in full.
Years later, Katie still has the wheel and has become quite the master spinner, treasuring the wheel the started her on her way.