a knitter's song

A Knitter's Song 

I sit beside the fire and knit
with the exquisite colors that I have seen,
scarves, hats and mitt(s)
rainbow-shaded or avocado-green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of those that I’ve needled for,
over, under, turn and again
how I love you, ever more.

 (And all the while she sits and knits,
plagiarizing Bilbo’s song with her knotty wits.)

 (pic: liony with his new scarf. :-))

Bilbo's original

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
 
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
 
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
 
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
 
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
 
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.