Autumnal

Once upon an autumn day,
Colorful leaves began to fade
In the midst of a chilly, frosty air
As multitude of trees grew steadily bare.

Once upon an autumn day,
The whispering breeze was here to stay
Moving aimlessly through the countless trees
Scattering leaves with the greatest of ease.

Once upon an autumn day,
The leaves whirled freely in every way,
Until at last they came to rest
Finding a haven in which to nest.

Once upon an autumn day,
The trees were dormant, and the leaves lay
Waiting for the winter snow to fall
To quickly obscure them one and all.

Eddystone by Martin Storey

Eddystone by Martin Storey

This is the second design from theRowan Knitting & Crochet Magazine 58 I knitted for a friend this year. I saw it and I wanted it to knit for him.

It is knitted with a complex central cable pattern on both front and back. The sides of the body and the sleeves shows a knit twist lattice pattern. You knit this pattern completely without a cable needle. This is really clever, because it reduces the time you spend for knitting this garment.

I do really love the shawl collar on this design which has a one button closure. Eddystone is knitted in soft Rowan Creative Focus Worsted and is shown here in the beautiful green shade New Fern.

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

 

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

 

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

 

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

 

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

 

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

Eddystone by knittingkonrad

 


 

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My father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light
And he slept with a mermaid one fine night
From this union there came three;
A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me!
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

One night, as I was a-trimming of the glim
Singing a verse of the evening hymn
A voice on the starboard shouted “Ahoy!”
And there was my mother, a-sitting on a buoy.
Yo ho ho . . . .

“Oh what has become of my children three ?”
My mother then she asked of me.
“One was exhibited as a talking fish
The other was served from a chafing dish.”
Yo ho ho . . . .

Then the phosphorous flashed in her seaweed hair.
I looked again, and my mother wasn’t there
But her voice came echoing back from the night
“To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!”
Yo ho ho . . . .