Hanging Laundry

I wanted to write about an everyday event shared by many, yet I believe experienced differently since I live on a farm. You will have to let me know if you have a similar experience when hanging laundry!

Laundry in Nature

                                                               Surrounded by green

I breathe in

the cool and refreshing

smell

of wild flowers

Distracted then by

Two birds above

                                                                Chasing one another

                                                             I drift off into serenity

                                                                              Gazing

  at the distant mountains

Thinking

of simplicity

 Feeling

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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