Clothesline Poem

I recieved this in a group I'm in and just had to share it.

A clothes line 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 cloths'
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 carefully raised their brows,
And looked the other way..
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!



Well, I have tomorrow off work, so I might be able to come up and post a receipe or two. The old landlord finally had us sign a promissory note, saying we would pay $300 a month for several months to have him paid off. Hopefully we'll be able to come up with all the other bills paying $300 a month to him, $275 a month to the new landlord, $180 to a credit card, and other various bills. Ah, life... I can't wait for our debt free days on the farm. Someday....