The Hole in the Thumb of my Mitten
Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 7:09 pm
The Hole in the Thumb of My Mitten
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Is evidence precious and dear
Of the hard work and pain
Through the snow, sleet and rain
I have suffered through many a year.
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Is a legacy, plain as the day,
Of my travels on skis,
Though the stiff alpine breeze
Has threatened to blow me away.
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Is something you cannot ignore.
There is no dispute.
My mitten is beaut,
Except for this one little flaw.
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Arrived as my hand gripped the stock.
Regrets I have none.
The deed has been done,
And there’s no way to turn back the clock.
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Is only a hole in the thumb.
My fingers stay warm,
For my mitts have good form.
It’s only the thumb that goes numb!
© Stephen Whiteside 06.07.2018
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Is evidence precious and dear
Of the hard work and pain
Through the snow, sleet and rain
I have suffered through many a year.
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Is a legacy, plain as the day,
Of my travels on skis,
Though the stiff alpine breeze
Has threatened to blow me away.
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Is something you cannot ignore.
There is no dispute.
My mitten is beaut,
Except for this one little flaw.
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Arrived as my hand gripped the stock.
Regrets I have none.
The deed has been done,
And there’s no way to turn back the clock.
The hole in the thumb of my mitten
Is only a hole in the thumb.
My fingers stay warm,
For my mitts have good form.
It’s only the thumb that goes numb!
© Stephen Whiteside 06.07.2018