Somehow, this poem made me think of my knitting. The socks (or the beginning of socks) here are a nice mix of hemp and cotton, the hat all cotton; both are lovely yarns to knit with. The hat is destined for an Alaskan fisherman's head, and match the hat I knit for his new baby boy.EXPERIENCE
by Emily Dickinson
I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my feet the sea.
I know not but the next
Would be my final inch---
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience.
Quote for today:
"Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save."----Will Rogers
I really enjoy this combination of knitting and poetry. That is unique! :)
ReplyDeletethis is refreshing, fascinating, and lovely. thank you! twig
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