LC Van Savage
Could anything possibly look so fine
As the sight of lace doilies hanging out on a line?
It brings to my mind olden cozy things
Like lemonade and wicker, country fairs and brass rings
And antimacassars, pies and skittles
And old men talking softly midst the curls of their whittles.
Seeing white doilies swinging up high
Washed lovingly by hand and pinned up there to dry
And then taken down, starched, and put on plates
So things will look fetching like cookies or dates.
Is really a sight just ever so fine
As bright white lace doilies drying out on a line?
©circa 1990's LC Van Savage
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