Un-Knitting
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!)
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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