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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

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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