Cross Stitch Crazy - - Fun Time - By Jane Swan from New Zealand

On ei­ther side the path they grow, Weeds spire high or creep so low, While on my chair I smile and sit, And do not care – well, just a bit. There’s flow­ers to stitch, With leaves and stems, Aida to cut and even­weave to hem. Cross stitch doesn’t hurt my bones, Dirty my knees or make me moan Of prick­les, and mud-en­crusted thumbs. I love to sit here in the sun, Ig­nor­ing all the work I haven’t done.

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