A Poem

Instead of doing a report for the Newsletter this month, I made a poem. :D

Knit Together~A Tale of Friendship

By Me

Across the hills and over the streams

Through the woods, under bough and beam

There sit four houses, quite content

Amongst the honeysuckle’s lavish scent.

Inside the hallowed halls of those,

One sits in chair, with poems to compose.

Another with keen eyes shining,

Fashions earrings with wire intertwining.

In yet another house of thars,

Two girls sit, with eyes of stars,

They neatly knit and quickly crochet,

Throughout their schedule, day by day.

Then across some more pastures,

In a house, full of laughter,

Another girl sits,

Crocheting little mitts.

These girls create and knit

They love and sew to fit

Their insides jokes, too many to name,

When they’re apart, it’s never the same.

I hope this made you smile, and I hope it made you thankful for your own friendships.

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― G.K. Chesterton

If any of you can guess which of the described girls in the poem is me, then leave a comment and whoever gets it right, I'll link on my sidebar. Have a wonderful week!