Beaver County News | 1918-03-29 | Page 4 | My Hosiery

MY HOSIERY The hours I spent on thee, 'dear socks, Are as a string of purls to me ; I count them over by the weary clock, My hosiery, my hosiery. First two I knit, then two I purl, And 'round the leg I slowly reel ; Now joyful paeans to the heavens I hurl . I've turned the heel. Oh, knotted ends that scratch and burn, Oh, stitch that dropped, uneven row ; I kiss each blight, and strive at last to learn To reach the toe, O Lord, to reach the toe. Eleanor M. Jencks. n