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A Dry Well

The well is dry hear the bucket sound
As its metal hits the dry ground
From the windless let way down
No ker-splash was there found
Dip the pen in ink 
Far did it sink
So so far
Dry, dry
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Lucilla Carrillo

October 13, 2013 at 10:22 AM

Hi Sara; I decided to read this poem. I seen a dry well back in my hometown. it is in a park, but it is well protected so no one can fall in there. It has been there since the 1800's. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla

Demetrios Trifiatis

October 13, 2013 at 12:45 AM

Imaginative to the point of screaming!

Andrea Dietrich

October 12, 2013 at 4:09 PM

gotta fave this one, Sara.

Andrea Dietrich

October 12, 2013 at 10:00 AM

Now this is GREAT ALLEGORY, Sara. I love it.

Russell Sivey

October 11, 2013 at 9:23 PM

This is an interesting comparison between the bucket and the pen, the relationship is embedded within your awesome write my friend! I totally loved reading this tremendous poem this evening! You have expressed yourself with expert skill within this piece, What a lovely verse, Great work!!

Michael Walkerjohn

October 11, 2013 at 5:59 PM

Aloha Sara... such memories... of relying upon the resources of the land... and knowing how important these were... to family and community... much of those times is forgotten... thank you for these words and for the memories... now how do we express this knowledge and experience to the current generation? through our words. My posts are compositions of my experiences and hopefully will bring about a change in heart. All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michael.