Poem for her 903

 Line dry

The clothes line was short 

Yet long

The poles were many

The wind in this section constant

There was almost always a breeze

Spring could be cold

Yet summer hotter than normal

We even hung clothes out in the winter

Yet for rainy or snowy days there was another

Warm room in the art house

We'd have to be careful

No spray paints with clothes up

Or was that just an art project

Line dry spray paint T-shirts

Sailing through the breezes

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.