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 in 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.

(c)  Lissie Bull  2012