Hanging Laundry

I wanted to write about an everyday activity shared by many, yet I believe I experience a bit differently since I live on a farm. You will have to let me know if its the same for you.

                                                                 Hanging Laundry

                                                                 Surrounded by green

I breathe in

the cool and refreshing


of wild flowers

Distracted then by

Two birds above

                                                                 Chasing one another

                                                                I drift off into serenity


  at the distant mountains


of simplicity


the damp cool softness

Brushing against my arms

Suddenly I am awoken by

A ringing

I hear my name being called

I look up and realize

My work is done

Now back to the ride


The End

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