Some folks gather substance. Some folks gather wealth. Some folks gather real estate. Some folks seek for self. Some folks gather other folks... Like picking fruit from trees. Some folks gather animals... With broken limbs and fleas. Some folks gather knowledge. Some folks gather food. Some folks gather music... But all folks do some Good. Some folks gather healing herbs... Some folks grow their own. Some folks scatter seeds about Not caring where they're thrown. Some folks are musicians. Some folks sing not a single tune, Some folks gather precious stones Not knowing where they're hewned. Some folks gather blankets To warm the homeless in the night. Some folks will help a stranger But touch none within their sight. Some folks will feed the hungry Making certain All get some. Some folks proclaim All Knowledge But in this reality are dumb. These Folks that I refer to Have great Import to Me. I am honored by their offerings, Whether purchased, trade or free. This is My Collective we have each other's backs... At least I like to think so, if one is ever facing lack. Let me Speak of this Collective, Some members current, some are past But you have all made an impression, Eternal threads that last. If Today is All we're promised If the World ends tonight I truly want to thank you all For fighting the GOOD FIGHT. Today's poetic post...at 420...is dedicated to all those who have played their role in creating my current reality. I am honored by our association. I am truly grateful for each of you. Some of you no longer interact with each other. Some of you no longer interact with me. Neither of those aspects diminish your importance to me, or to each other. It is time for those engaged for Good to be connected... We are all connected...whether we want to be...or not.