Crochet Club


 So, while twilight shades are falling,
Threads of fancy I am twining
With the rosy wool combining;
 
 
Heedless of the voices calling
From beyond the garden wall;
Till at last the steady motion
Knits up all my zephyr ball.
 
 
Here's the spring of my devotion --
This is why I love my hook
As the poet loves his book:
 

Thus its charms my cares beguile,
For I'm dreaming all the while.

Comments

Cindy said…
What a precious group of girls! They are not only the crochet club, but the hair braiding club as well!

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