Rain falls on freshly raked grass Greening up will spruce along The freshness of spring surpass The calling of a new birdsong The humming of a happy lass Bringing in the clothes ere long Still flapping in a breeze that pass From yonder hilltop blowing strong
I have not hung my clothes on a line in a while. I miss the simplicity of the motion. And the relaxed feeling the simple chore would give me. Thank you for bringing it to mind
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