Saturday, August 15, 2009



I looked down at my jumper
And found a strand of wool.
My brain told me to leave it.
My fingers told me, Pull!

I tugged and pulled and rolled it.
The strand grew to a ball.
I’m wearing just two sleeves now
And Gran’s not pleased at all.

Sherryl Clark
(a jumper is a knitted sweater!)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love this poem Sherryl. I want to read it later to my kids. My head is awash with visual imagery of unravelling a jumper now.