from the pages of "The Pequawket Valley News" - former newspaper of Fryeburg, Maine  



A lovely young girl
         once did her bit
For a soldier boy
         by the sox she knit.
She knitted up yarn
         more than seven miles,
But paid no attention
         to sizes or styles.
The first pair she knit
         of her soldier's hose
She dropped nine stitches
         in the first six rows.
Where they should have been small
         they were large instead,
And in turning the heel
         she knit straight ahead.
She added a thumb
         half way to the knee
And rounded the toe
         where the heel ought to be.
One of those stockings
         would cover a ham,
While the other was fit for
         a club-footed man
She wrapped them up well
         and lest they might stray
Put her name on the bundle
         and sent it away.

Back from the war zone
         came a letter which said
The following words
         which were eagerly read:
"Thanks for the sox -
         they're an excellent fit
I wear one for a helmet
         and one for a mitt,
Your kind generosity
         so freely given
Will surely be rewarded
         when you get to heaven;
You have lightened my pathway
         by doing your bit
But where in h--- 
         did you learn to knit?"

-by Alice Currie
Fryeburg, ME

Before I met you
I didn't know
what happiness was
It seems like you changed
My life around.  You made me
Feel like someone special.
You made me open my eyes
You made me feel important
You made me realize, that I
shouldn't let anyone walk all
over me.

But most of all you gave
me someone to care about.
And now you are gone
But don't worry about me
Because you also gave me 
to make it on my own.
Thanks friend, I am glad we

-by Karen Adams
North Conway, NH

Uncrippled Mind

A little boy at Christmas time
Had legs all braced with steel,
But learned to use his crutches well
And one might say with skill.
He joined the crowd on Christmas morn
Who tried the path to church,
And he attached a holly wreath
Onto each sturdy crutch.
He tied some tiny Christmas bells
Onto each metal brace
And cried, "God bless you all"
As smiles were wreathed upon his face.
"How can you smile?" one asked -
He said, "The braces that I wear
Are on my legs, but not my mind
For I'm not crippled there!
And though my legs are lame,"
said he, "For life I have a plan;
I'll give my best and hope to get
All out of life that I can."

-by Gertrude Chaplin
Fryeburg, ME