Classic Poem

Old Mrs. Tressider
Over at Winches
Is knitting a scarf
Of many gay inches,
An inch of scarlet,
Another of blue,
An inch of green
(The apple'y hue),
Another, bright
As a sunlit meadow,
And yet a third
Like a tree in shadow;
Crimson like sunset,
Rosy like dawn,
Purple like twilight
Over a lawn;
Noonday blue
And rain-cloud grey,
And an inch of white
As flowers-o'-May.
So she purls
And plains them together—
All the moods
Of the world and weather—
Into a scarf
Of many gay inches—
Old Mrs. Tressider
Over at Winches.