Wash Line Memories
Lines strung across the yard to the apple tree
Electric pole and butternut make three
Held up in the middle with a big long prop
Just a long skinny pole with a nail in the top
Morning dew quickly takes leave
Clothes carried from the basement in a basket of weave
Wooden clothes pins in a bulging bag
Some have heads others squeeze to hold the rags
Shirts and underwear flap pretty as you please
Jeans and sheets hang carefree in the breeze
Neighbors next door see everything you wear
Back then it didn’t matter we didn’t give a care
Towels loose moisture but not their good smell
When you wash with Tide you know all is well
The best part of all are those wind blown sheets
Crawling in bed getting ready to sleep
There’s no better bed in the entire world
Than one just made with windblown sheets
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
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