Best There's Ever Been

Depending on what day it is, some musicians make my head sing.  

Lately, I have been in the music of my past, ones from childhood like "Purple People Eater" and then "Blowin' in the Wind".  Pretty random and no devotion to any one artist, I have hummed and sung along with them all.

Today, the one that has glued itself into my mind and memories is Charlie Daniels and "Devil went down to Georgia".

Why? I don't know.  I am guessing because I enjoy the talent he shows in a different media than is standard. No matter how old I get, this song makes me smile. 

Who else is hidden in my mind? I am thinking that it is Johnny Cash  and "One Piece at a Time". That will be for another day, another post.

On the Line

Buy at Walmart

Wet clothing pinned and clipped on lines

Towels and pants on one high end,
Sheets and shirts other end of twines,
Hanging down low as centers bend.

But, in the middle, too shy to publicly fly,

Hangs the underwear, bleached and white.

Playing hide and seek from those near-by,

Wanting oh-so-badly to take flight.

Oh, for a strong wind to play,

Coming across and sweeping away
The blues, the whites, and the gray,
Onto tractor windows, passing this day.

Bras, panties with hearts, boxers brave

Landing square on a farmer's face,

No dignity there is left to save,

Underwear at last has found a place.

Art of the Clothesline

I have had much experience with laundry on the line, years and years of it.  

I wrote this poem with a head full of memories and my mother's commands to hang the underwear in the middle of the second line, out of sight.  "We don't want neighbors to see what we wear." 

 Neighbors?  The nearest lived a half  a mile away.  The lines were behind the house.  But I was obedient. 

If anyone wants to sing the praises of laundry drying on clothesline, go ahead. I will not be agreeing with you. Too many images carrying laundry basket after each other has left me with a desire to never hang clothes out blowing in the wind. Sorry.

This is a repost from 2015 in A-Z Blogfest, U is for Underwear. Dang it, it was entertaining to my brain to toss around.