The Clothesline

By Marilyn K. Walker


A clothesline was a news forcast To neighbours passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep when clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link For neighbours always knew
If company had stopped on by To spend a night or two.

For then you'd see the fancy sheets
And towels on the line;
You'd see the company tablecloths
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 age 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 apon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbours carefully raised their brows,
And looked the other away.

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 neighbours knew each other best
By what hung on the line!

I found this today in a Daytripping In Southern Ontario, I wanted to share this with all of you.. It really shows the times have changed