Saturday, June 23, 2007

Ode to Clotheslines

One of my neighbors who had been using a clothesline a lot longer than I have forwarded me this ode of sorts to clotheslines that seems to be circling the Internet. But...washing the clothesline?! Yikes!

CLOTHESLINES

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 upon 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!

2 comments:

Katy said...

Amy - that's a nice little piece. Our last place had the best clothesline ever. It looked like it had been there since the last oil crises. It went from our second floor apt to an impossibly high perch on what looked like an old utility pole. But oh, me and my ambiitous hanging! Too many towels snapped it one day, and now there is no more to tell....

Every home should be designed with one, I think.

SusieJ said...

I love this