Woollen Stockings
He found her
sitting by the roadside
knitting
Woollen stockings
while her mother dyed them
pretty colours
In old
traditional village style
mid the blue and yellow bee hives
Of course
her father had to make a living too
so made honey and shoe'd ponies
By the roadside
while his daughter
knitted woollen stockings
Bought by poor, rich men tourists
for their wives and for their girlfriends
those forced to sit all day behind computers ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments6
You pen a rich encounter with those who make livings from simple endeavours which when seen stay long in the memory - this has to be a tale from your foreign travels mon ami and rightly you write up the difference in life-styles..... a real little gem of a read ..........x
..................... Much more appreciated than maybe imagined ... Many thanks dear Fay ....... x
I'm with you...... who really are the lucky ones?
Ah' .. if it makes one wonder .. then my mission is accomplished ... Bless you Lorna and truly
🙂 Neville
A fine write N. Could I meet her?!
No problem, I'm sure it could be arranged ................................................
🙂
Left me with one word in mind, outlined by your piece.
Dignity.
...............................Thank you kindly for checking in today DA .. and as always, much appreciated ... ... Neville
I am sure that the family are so much happier than those sitting behind a desk. Great words Neville.
Andy
I am glad you could see where I was coming from Andy and I so appreciate your ongoing support and encouragement my friend ....
... and with the Daughters parents dreaming of a day when she can play the role of a rich - poor man's wife, or even settle for the role with cushioned seating in the world of heated rooms, bathed with the hue of computer screens,
a brilliant write my friend,
how sharply your empathetic eyes read the abundant ironies in life
Another way too kind review comment L.B .. but boy I am so bloomin grateful to you sir, so I am
.. Many thanks are on their way
.. Neville
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