Carefree as the Wind
Carefree as the wind that blows today, I share this poem just for fun, one of my own inventions. I grew up on a farm where we had a long washline where we put the clothes out to dry, even in winter. Diapers came in stiff as a board to soften when the cloth warmed, and then we folded them. They always smelled so fresh. This is a poem for summer or fall on a breezy day. Can you picture the pants and shirts, hung next to each other? Perhaps one day I'll find a photo that matches, but for today, just the words. Clothesline Dance Clothespins hold a shirt tail to a pant leg, jacket hem to a dress strap, pillow case to a towel; and six socks one pin per sock They catch the wind inflate dance and sway when I unclip them bring them indoors they smell like the carefree wind © Carolyn R. Wilker