fetching water
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fetching water
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‘Strength in those arms,’
says Mama. ‘Fetch
me a bucket
of cold water
from the well.’
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‘Need one of those
pumps,’ says Papa.
‘Painted iron,
hornbeam handle.’
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‘No need,’ says Thomas.
‘I know how to drop
the bucket
so she fills
the first time.
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‘Echoes lift
from well-stones.
My face down there,
winks on the water.
Strength in these arms.’
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Copyright 2019 Jane Tims
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All my best,
Jane
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