Roads Traveled

Re-blogged narrative originally posted September 2012

oldmainer

This is just a bit of nostalgia penned after driving some of the back roads of Maine and passing old farms, many no longer active.  My thoughts took me to the days when they were still alive and times were both harder and simpler.

……

 A hank of damp hair hangs limply on her forehead. With the back of a work reddened hand she brushes it from her face. From the galvanized tub before her, she withdraws a well worn shirt from the murky water and places it on the weathered washboard. With lye soap in hand, she scrubs the sweat stained collar, stopping only to assess her progress. Her back aches from the stooped position she maintains. It shows in her posture when, upon completion, her bowed body carries the basket of wet clothes into the yard and begins hanging them on the line. 

She is alone, free…

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About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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