My Baba Knitted

My Baba knitted

with wool of snow-white

she made me mittens

not some giant kite

They made my hands warm

they were as soft as new snow

but I played so hard

I accidently let one of them go

There in the cold snow

the animals found it one by one

and stretched it bigger;

my Baba called, “Come home son”.

I lost my mitten

I don’t know where

I looked and looked

then somehow it ended up in the air

It feel toward the ground

and landed in my hand

while the snow covered

the trees and the whole land

I found my mitten

it was stretched so big

I could almost wear it

as a new white wig

My Baba knitted

with wool, just so

but how it was stretched

she will never know.

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December 7, 2012

by Raymond A. Foss, Poetry Where You Live,

written together with Ms. Jones’ 1^st grade class

after reading the children’s story, “The Mitten”, and

the November/December 2012 Scholastic News, “Winter in the Wild”

Pembroke Village School, Pembroke, NH

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