Shaking out dirty rugs
That cover the earth eaten floor
Dusting the cathedral beams
That reach for heaven's door
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Checking out the blooms while your busy cleaning my rooms...lol! T
This poem is so descriptive, i can actually see the dust flying. this is good stuff. Hand me that vacuum! Sit and rest. Those beams are much too high for you to reach. Sit and let your gaze dance upon the budding of Spring flowers. L
Ah the joy of a clean house, nothing like shaking out the old winter and bringing in the spring! Delightful piece Theo.