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A Clothes Line

There is a workhorse that serves us well.
Its been around since time can tell.
It has a post at each end, to give support
with a stick in the middle, so it doesn't distort.
It has lots of friends that come out of a bag.
Which helps to hold up, all kinds of rag.
It gets very heavy when it starts to rain.
This is the time it feel's the strain,
with the weight of the water, upon it's back.
It sure feels heavy, and is ready to crack.
Then the sun comes out just in time
To save the life of the poor clothes line.
Sometimes the line does giveway,
so don't put your washing out, when there's
rain on the way.

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Comments (8)

Oh, what a lovely poem Sylvia, it brings back memories. I'll be reading more of your poems------Melvina
A delicious read which to the heart and imagination, you nourish so well a God givened talented freed. God bless-Michael Jeffrey Gale.
.. Great poem, that made me smile! There is definite evidence here of your wonderful sense of humour! ! ! : -) Sylvia, I travel so much and I am always dismayed when I don't see many children playing outside on sunny Saturday mornings, in this Modern Age. Also, in most suburbs, manicured backyards are without clothesline. Ah, the world is changing. In some cases, too radically! Exellent poem that stirred the emotions! Deanna xx ..
Very nice Sylvia. I love a poem that gives life to something we see everyday yet never really notice. Sincerely, Mary
this fun poem reminds me of my own clothesline poem. lovey.
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