Socks
Shining pins that dart and
In the fireside’s sheltered
Check the thoughts the cluster thick - 20 plain and then decrease.
He was brave – well, so was I –Keen and merry, but his
Quivered when he said good-bye –Purl the seam-stitch, purl and slip.
Never used to living rough,
Lots of things he’d got to learn;
Wonder if he’s warm enough – Knit 2, catch 2, knit, turn.
Hark!
The paper-boys again!
Wish that shout could be suppressed;
Keeps one always on the strain – Knit off 9, and slip the rest.
Wonder if he’s fighting now,
What he’s done an’ where he’s been;
He’ll come out on top somehow –Slip 1, knit 2, purl 14.
Jessie Pope
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