The answer is blowing in the wind.

Those who know me may recall that, most days, I go for a morning walk.

Along the way I pass a canal side house that has a washing line. The line never has normal washing on it but will often have mysterious cloths parading in the wind. I have written about them before, and you can find pictures and poems here, there, and also here.

For several weeks now there have been no such appearances, until yesterday that is! Evidence can be found below, along with an “ode to the cloth.”

Oh cloth forlorn, well used, well worn,
what ails you now?

In winds you blow, we’ll never know
just what, or how?

We’ve seen before that several more
have come and gone.

It’s now your turn to work and learn

13 thoughts on “The answer is blowing in the wind.

  1. First of all, I must comment that I really like that poem …. it sounds so clean in my head which is highly appropriate to the subject … chapeau to you. The mystery of the cloths is beguiling from afar …. keep us posted – my inner Marple is working overtime!!!

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