No one thought about
Me very much.
They passed me by
Without a touch.
And if they looked
They saw the sign
That I hold up.
That job is mine.
It tells you stuff
You need to know.
This path isn’t gritted
When there’s snow.
But I’m just a post.
It is my station.
I don’t have the
Important information.
But one day someone
Saw my sign above.
And decided that
What I need is love.
So they knitted
A special scarf for me.
Which fits all
Around me quite snugly.
And now it’s me
They notice most.
Not the dirty sign
But the bundled up post.