As a child I loved the smell of running through freshly washed clothes Mom hung on the lines in my back yard.


The Clothes Line

A crisp breeze snaps the sheets
Like billowed sails on the sea
They hang side by side flapping
Hoping the wind will set them free
Shirts, and skirts and slips and socks
All neatly lined up as well
On the clothesline in my back yard
Each with a story to tell
The sun shines upon towels hung there
Its fresness to infuse
Leg to leg large "W"s pose
In khaki and denim blues
Dresses and slacks, undies and hankies
All hang with their own kind
A small tanned girl runs through the menagerie
In the back yard of my mind



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 22:53

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Saga
Wonderful work, Phyllis!!!!
2006-10-08


Kathy Lockhart
Oh Phyllis what a wonderful time I just had. Those memories came alive in this beauty. Those W's i remember those well. How about the wash rags over the fence top next to the clothes line. Remember that? Ah I love this one. : ) me
2006-10-08


keith nunes
beautiful piece of writing and such a neat and touching scene!
2006-10-07


loomer
most sweet and a fine insight into you
2006-10-07