The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Knitting

Last night, my Aunty Madge
Knitted a couple of hills.
She got the pattern from a magazine,
KNITTING TODAY!
For colourful effect, add animals, two or three, say.
So she crocheted a bobble of bleating sheep
And into the hills they creep, they creep.
All night it took my Aunty Madge.

How about some day? She beamed,
And wove it ray by ray
'Til her fingers were so sore,
But Aunt Madge, she saw
That it was good.

Next, said the magazine, You could try
A few seam-stitches to cover the sky!
It seemed she needed her knitting machine,
Took out her Singer, that sang so loud,
Birds awoke, stitch turned to cloud.
Aunty Madge sat back, satisfied,
I shall call it....Countryside!

Then along came a man, striding, striding
Wearing a pair of concrete shoes.
Hear my news! he said,
As he snagged the thread,
And under his tread
Unravelled the land.

First Published, When I Come To The Dark Country,
Abbotsford Publishing 1998