{"id":4213,"date":"2009-11-05T20:17:22","date_gmt":"2009-11-06T01:17:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp\/?p=4213"},"modified":"2009-11-06T08:31:48","modified_gmt":"2009-11-06T13:31:48","slug":"in-this-hallway-of-the-clouds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/2009\/11\/in-this-hallway-of-the-clouds\/","title":{"rendered":"‘In this Hallway of the Clouds’"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"first\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/www.1st-art-gallery.com\/thumbnail\/45671\/1\/Poppies-And-Butterflies.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"88\" height=\"124\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<strong>\u00a0 SUMMER DAYS<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>When Mother hangs the laundry out<br \/>\nAlong the backyard lines,<br \/>\nI steal between the flowing sheets<br \/>\nWhile all the morning shines.<\/p>\n<p>The sheets are cool and dripping wet\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/www.1st-art-gallery.com\/thumbnail\/45671\/1\/Poppies-And-Butterflies.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"88\" height=\"124\" \/><br \/>\nAnd it’s shady here inside,<br \/>\nAs I walk my breezy corridor<br \/>\nIn my favorite place to hide.<\/p>\n<p>I can smell the bleach and soap<br \/>\nIn a world all white and clean,<br \/>\nIn this hallway of the clouds<br \/>\nWhere I know I can’t be seen.<\/p>\n<p>When I reach the morning light<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/www.1st-art-gallery.com\/thumbnail\/45671\/1\/Poppies-And-Butterflies.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"88\" height=\"124\" \/><br \/>\nOutside the sheets and shade,<br \/>\nI hear my Mother calling me<br \/>\nAs her voice begins to fade.<\/p>\n<p>It’s time to do the morning chores<br \/>\nBefore the sun’s too high,<br \/>\nTo gather from our garden<br \/>\nThe beans before they dry.<\/p>\n<p>When Mother brings the laundry in<br \/>\nI’m there to help her fold.<br \/>\nI think about the sun in them<br \/>\nIn bed when nights are cold.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 —- James S. Taylor<br \/>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>James S. Taylor has been a teacher of English and American literature, Humanities, Western Civilization, and Philosophy of Education for\u00a035 years. He is a poet and\u00a0the author of <em>Poetic Knowledge: the Recovery of Education<\/em>. This poem is published here for the first time with his kind permission. It was sent by his friend, the Rev. James W. Jackson, FSSP, a reader of <em>The Thinking Housewife.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-4243\" title=\"bigstockphoto_Big_collection_autumnal_maple_767675[1]\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/bigstockphoto_Big_collection_autumnal_maple_76767511-134x150.jpg\" alt=\"bigstockphoto_Big_collection_autumnal_maple_767675[1]\" width=\"48\" height=\"54\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/bigstockphoto_Big_collection_autumnal_maple_76767511-134x150.jpg 134w, https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/bigstockphoto_Big_collection_autumnal_maple_76767511-269x300.jpg 269w, https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/bigstockphoto_Big_collection_autumnal_maple_76767511.jpg 807w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 48px) 100vw, 48px\" \/>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 — Comments —<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Rita writes:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I love this poem. A poem that makes me feel – <em>and rhymes – <\/em>is sublime.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Laura writes:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It’s a jewel of a poem, isn’t it? In form and meaning.\u00a0 The sound and image of\u00a0 “the sheets and shade” is so beautiful and memorable.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 SUMMER DAYS When Mother hangs the laundry out Along the backyard lines, I steal between the flowing sheets While all the morning shines. The sheets are cool and dripping wet\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And it’s shady here inside, As I walk my breezy corridor In my favorite place to hide. I can smell the bleach and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4213","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4213","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4213"}],"version-history":[{"count":26,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4213\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4245,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4213\/revisions\/4245"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4213"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4213"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4213"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}