Your Country Needs You
The eldest ladies knitted slowly with time
and skill,
Eyes straining and fingers knotted
The green and brown wool in aproned laps.
The matrons, their young, hanging off their
arms, knitted faster,
A margin of error in their work
But someone’s got to get the meal on.
The young women knitted and gossiped,
A hidden valentine in the ribbed lines
To a sweetheart faraway in the trenches.
Kitchener needs you
The posters read
The man pointing
The young men marching
And the women knitting.
As if a pattern of lines in wool
Can keep the enemy away.
Vanessa Woolley
June 2015
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