A Wash Day
The clothes were soaking in the tub.
The suds they freshened up the wash.
The water was swished; a rub and a scrub,
Then loaded on the drying racks.
They dripped right through the metal bars,
Then back into the tub to rinse.
The worker didn’t go to far
To hang them all upon the fence.
The sun and wind they dried the clothes.
The worker smiled; she felt so gay.
She loved the sun and wind that blows
And praised the Lord who makes the day.
Written by Eva Witte
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