It sits there still throughout the night,
a morning bird descends from flight.
Perched upon its swinging frame,
every day is quite the same.
A washing load it bears to dry,
in full boom beneath the sky.
Waving in the bright sunshine
the breeze sets the beat and time .
When at last its job is done,
back to resting in the sun.
Another night of rest ahead
For tomorrow's weary spread.