Collection of Many Yards

Some collect coins, others cards,

But my collection goes on for yards and yards.

I say I will use it, and someday it will be no more,

But now it cascades from closet to floor.

It comes from many animals and places

To be crochet into pretty laces.

Fibers, sheep, alpacas, bamboo

Knit into sweaters for me and you.

Soft and warm, coarse and rough

Some for the hands of the weak and tough.

So many things it could become,

The only limit to the possibilities is one’s income!

But what is this hoard of which I speak?

Have I the answer for which you seek?

Can you find the answer to this yarn?

Or will you have to search your neighbor’s barn?