Underneath the open sky pale

Socks on the line just about to sail

Flapping tales that spin and twist

Catch the breeze with colors kissed

Rows of cotton stripes and dots

Patterned dreams in little spots

Worn by feet through journeys long

Now they dance where they belong

Socks in the wind so free indeed

Twisting tales in their own speed

Colors flutter without a care

Dancing high up in the air

Threads of laughter stories spun

Hopping gait never to run

Even though they're out of sight

Feel their warmth on a chilly night

From the basket to the line

Life's a stitch that's sewn in kind

Matching pairs or single flings

Every sock has songs it sings

Sometimes lost and sometimes found

Soles that tread on hallowed ground

Missing mates but still they smile

Travel the sky mile by mile