Ruth Harwood: Song of the Knot Tyer

“They told me
When I came
That this would be drudgery,
Always the same
Thing over and over
Day after day—
The same swift movement
In the same small way.

Pick up,
Place,
Push,
And it’s tied.
Take off,
Cut,
And put
It aside.

Over and over
In rhythmical beat—
Some say it is drudgery
But to me it is sweet.

Pick up,
Place,
Push,
And it’s tied.
Out-doors
The sky
Is so blue
And so wide!

It’s a joyous song
Going steadily on,
Marching in measures
Till the day is gone.

Pick up,
Place,
Push,
And it’s tied.
Soon end
Of day
Will bring him
To my side.

Oh, I love the measures
Singing so fast,
Speeding happy hours
Till he comes at last!”