I miss the days when I’d help my grandmother <br />Those were the days like no other <br />Hang the freshly washed clothes out in the sun to dry on the line <br />I used to enjoy helping her all the time <br />They’d gently wave back and forth in the summer breeze for hours <br />While we would gaze at her tall colorful flowers <br />And we would return to get them when they were dry. <br />After we ate ice cream and blackberry pie <br />The clothes always smelled like a fresh spring morning <br />So nothing about this task was ever boring <br />We’d notice as we folded and put them away <br />That it was always quite late in the day<br /><br />Cynthia Long<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-memories-5/
