On Wenlock Edge (Tiddly Pom) the wood's in trouble (Tiddly Pom)

[larryhammer]

While going through restored old files, I came across this poem from A Shropshire Pooh:

From far, from stream and gorse-bush
   And Hundred-Acre Wood,
The stuffing of life to fill me
   Rolled hither: so it should.

Now — for a stitch I tarry
   Or I will fall apart —
Take me in hand and sew me:
   I'll show you where to start.

Patched now, and I, old favorite,
   Stay worn but get no worse;
And to the wind's twelve quarters
   I'll hum my endless verse.

Speaking of shameful confessions....

---L.