Someday When The Crooked Mile Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

someday when the crooked mile
becomes a little too much-
and wild strawberries are just

not enough to get by on anymore
not even by candlelight;
may you pull from your best locket

the one with the clouds in it,
the right shade of pink.
and when you think

to yourself oh far is too far to
walk now
and how can I measure the

immeasurable and when your diamond thimble
rolls out into the raspberry shade
so you can't you just can't thread the needle,

please.
sing a song of windowpanes
frosted all in holly

and try to be what rhymes next.
(hint: starts with a 'j') ,

o.k.?

mary angela douglas 11 november 2015