the old woman of long ago

There was an old woman of long ago

Who went about her mending.

She sewed the wind against the clouds

To stop the trees from bending.

She stitched the sun to the highest hill

To hold the day from ending.

Her thimble and threads were close at hand

For needlework and quilting,

For sewing gardens to the sky

To keep the blooms from wilting,

For lacing the land to the crescent moon

To save the world from tilting.

rhyme and picture by Arnold Lobel