I saw six hundred fifty quilts,
Creatively displayed.
It was a dazzling sight,
Americana on parade.
They came from a collection
Gathered by Joanna Rose;
Though who the quilts’ creators were,
Nobody really knows.
The strangest part of all is that
Each quilt is red and white.
Ms. Rose had the collecting bug
And quite the appetite.
This treasure trove is on display
For less than one full week.
If you are in Manhattan,
I’d suggest you take a peek.
Just gaze upon that sea of squares
And you will be bewitched,
Imagining those women
As they passed the time and stitched.
Most specimens were never signed
Yet though they have no name,
Each quilter left a legacy
We honor just the same.
This exhibition made me think
That, though it’s never planned,
The objects that we treasure most
Are always made by hand.
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