Knit One Purl
The clicking needles replaced by whoosh
as wool loops interlock
the rapid growing fabric - swoosh
the pattern in punched blocks.
No knit one purl to rib a cuff
the endless counting past
but really I have had enough
the joy in craft is lost.
To set a pattern into its place
and feel the wool in hand
no machine can ever replace
the craft a knitter’s planned
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