The Clothesline Said So Much

It's finally warming up again, outside! Yippee!!! Yippee!!!

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The snow melted pretty fast, but there's stil some piles here and there. We've been in the 50's several days now, off and on, but the wind is still nippy. And if the wind is nippy, my hands will freeze hanging wet clothes on the line. So I'm waiting. But soon, in about a week, my clothesline will again become primary source of dried clothing around the house.

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Tonight, while web browsing, I came accross this poem, and it made me feel all warm and summery.

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Enjoy!

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The Clothesline Said So Much

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A clothesline 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 on the line;
You'd see the company table clothes
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 raised their brows,
And looked disgustedly away.

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!
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-Marilyn K. Walker
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