The Old Clothesline

Echoing memories of things in the past
From days of long ago that did not last
Filling old iron pots to boil the wash
Using lye soap that was so harsh.

Now the clothesline was like a newspaper
To any stranger that happened to pass by
The neighborhood already knew your secrets
When fresh washed clothes were hung to dry.

To friends and neighbors it was a link
Always knowing when company came by
They could see the the new embroidered sheets
And brand new towels hung up to dry.

Neighbors always knew when you were gone
The old clothesline hung empty and bare
And they always knew when you returned
The clothesline was full without an inch to spare.

As these things pass through my mind
I thank God for my wonderful memories
They are simple treasures of a lifetime
Of many things forgotten and left behind.

Glenna M. Baugh 2005
Living by Faith


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