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water from the well

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an old-style water pump

 

water from the well

~

taps in the house

running water hot and cold

why did my grandfather

carry in from the well

two pails of water each day?

handle pumped

well primed

~

he filled three buckets

one he poured

half into Dandy’s bowl

half he left beside the well

for the next day’s prime

~

two he lifted to the narrow step

set them down

opened the screen door

with a squeak

shut with satisfying thunder

~

carried the pails into the entry

set them down

settled his cap on a hook

row of hooks made of wire

hangers bent double and painted

~

carried the pails to the white door

a narrow door

with a latch

set them down

opened the door and climbed the stair

returned in a minute or so

carried the pails

into the kitchen

~

set one next to the sink

by the inside door

where I brushed

my teeth in the morning

enameled metal

narrow mirror

one tap for warm water, one for cold

wire basket for a bar of soap

and a bucket of water

cold from the well

~

set one pail in the pantry

narrow room by the woodstove

lined with shelves

counter where my grandfather

kneaded his bread

rolled the crust for pie

metal canister for sugar

ice box for milk and eggs

and a bucket of water

cold from the well

~

© Jane Tims 2011

Written by jane tims

August 21, 2011 at 4:57 pm

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