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C. 'water bucket' October 23, 2018 Jane Tims


fetching water


‘Strength in those arms,’

says Mama. ‘Fetch

me a bucket

of cold water

from the well.’


‘Need one of those

pumps,’ says Papa.

‘Painted iron,

hornbeam handle.’


‘No need,’ says Thomas.

‘I know how to drop

the bucket

so she fills

the first time.


‘Echoes lift

from well-stones.

My face down there,

winks on the water.

Strength in these arms.’



Copyright   2019   Jane Tims


All my best,


Written by jane tims

August 9, 2019 at 7:00 am

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