The treetops nod,
The cherubs sing,
The fairies dance,
As the bluebells ring.
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The washed clothes dance, In the breeze that blows, reminds me of my humour haiku or senryu; clothesline a robin flips, hops, twits on my underpant
What a lovely, positive poem. It brightened my day to read it. Keep up the good work. Regards, Sandra Fowler
Such simple narration, yet so expressive. I love this 'natural'poem. Full rank.