Monday, 28 May 2012

Ode to the Washing Line

To see white billowing sails
Flashing across the garden skies
Full flight in the steady winds
Lows followed by mighty highs

Colours bright in the morning sun
All tethered along the line
Heavy with a clean crisp smell
Now parading and looking fine

Sometimes blocking out the sun
Changing shape as the winds blowing
Patterns fall across the ground
Creating shadows ever flowing

Sounds of cloth cracking in the wind
With the sudden change of direction
Such a joy to see the line full
Of clean clothes, such perfection.


Now that the sun is out and its hot, it is great to be able to dry the washing on the line.  It looks so good to see it all billowing in the wind and the sun flickering on the cloth as it dries.

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