Jessie Pope, 'Socks'

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Socks

Shining pins that dart and click
In the fireside's sheltered peace
Check the thoughts that cluster thick-
20 plain and then decrease.

He was brave, well, so was I,
Keen and merry, but his lip
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 1, 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 and where he's been;
He'll come out on top, somehow
Slip 1, knit 2, purl 14.

By Jessie Pope