Sunday, May 25, 2008

The Clothes Line Poem!



A POEM

A clothes line was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
when clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link
for neighbors always knew
if company had stopped on by
to spend a night or two.

For then you’d see the "fancy sheets"
And towels upon the line;
you’d see the “company table cloths"
With intricate design.

The line announced a baby's birth
to folks who lived inside
as brand new infant clothes were hung
so carefully with pride.

The ages of the children could
so readily be known
by watching how the sizes changed
you’d know how much they'd grown.

It also told when illness struck,
as extra sheets were hung;
then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
haphazardly were strung.

It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
it told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
with not an inch to spare

New folks in town were scorned upon
if wash was dingy gray,
as neighbors carefully raised their brows,
and looked the other way..

But clotheslines now are of the past
for dryers make work less.
now what goes on inside a home
is anybody’s guess.

I really miss that way of life.
it was a friendly sign
when neighbors knew each other best
by what hung on the line!

5 comments:

Primgal55 said...

Love that - so true!

hugs, Linda

Art by Ronda Juniper Ray said...

FABULOUS poem -- there is simply no more simple and clear a joy than clothes on the line.

So good to hear from you again -- and your yard is looking quite magnificent!

Warmest regards, Ronda

Lavinia Ladyslipper said...

You know, there are some things I won't hang on the clothesline, I find that it makes towels feel stiff, for example. However, there is nothing to equal the clean fresh smell of bedsheets that have dried on the line....it's a marvelous scent and feel!

Lavinia Ladyslipper said...

What an adorable pic for this post!

The Scarlett Rose Garden said...

Love the poem and illustration!
Nikki