Reverie
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(Another old, childhood poem.)
Do you remember the old water well,
constructed of wood, stone, shingles,
and clay? It still stands in the dell --
old, decrepit, and gray. Bordered
by flowers of varying hues. it serves
as an altar to a lonely recluse.
The old water well where once we did meet
lies crumbling in dust, a hermit's retreat.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
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