The Yarns That String Can Spin

A poem of what comes to my mind when i'm at a yarn store. enjoy!

Oh yarn of many textures and colors devine,

The things I could make if you were mine.

Each color can become something unique,

From psychedelic and funky, to stylishly shique.

 

You there! with such an enchanting shade of green,

With thread so soft, and wonderfully lean.

In time you can form into a fire breathing toy,

A Knitted dragon for an excitable boy.

 

And you! with pigment of oceanic blue,

The things that I could do with you.

Like the wimsical fin of a mermaid's tail,

Or the rounded body of a spouting whale.

 

My! What a passionate color of red!

The thoughts of creativity that sew into my head.

A shiny apple that hides a worm whom wiggles,

I can just hear all the children's giggles!

 

It truly amazes me the way that just one scand,

With the help of a hook, and my steady hand

Can mold into something that's all my own,

That began with thread and my thoughts alone.

 

Author's Note

I know its not a wonderful poem, but i had fun writing it, and thats all that matters right........RIGHT

Reviews

[Imagination-mage]

i loved it, it was adorable:)

[PokemonFan#1]

I love this poem B-mel!!! I could imagine all that yarn being made into something! It was awsome to read! Keep it up!