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The Red Water Pump

The old red water pump,
draws water no more,
it's only there for
a memory.

wrote 4-5-11

at home we had this water pump and there was a well under neath it. but it gave out many 
years ago. My brother painted it red a long time ago, i saw a picture of it and this idea came 
to me.

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Andrea Dietrich

April 10, 2011 at 3:18 PM

Yes, I have memories like these too. so simple but so nostalgic.

Judy Konos

April 10, 2011 at 5:43 AM

The red water pump, the cellar door, what else does James have in store? I'm off to find out...and thanks for the post I can see the snow falling on your old homestead right now. Judy

Daver Austin

April 9, 2011 at 9:42 AM

Ah, nostalgia. We stayed at a mountain cabin for a few days when I was a kid. I recall pumping the handle up and down, letting the cold, cold water run into my bucket. Boy was that water good tasting. Your poem brought back this delicious memory. thanks. Love, Dave

James Fraser

April 8, 2011 at 9:48 AM

I bet there are still many pumps lying alone, dying to tell their stories. Nice one James....:)

Robert A. Dufresne

April 8, 2011 at 4:22 AM

We still have one of those old hand primed pumps, James....in the field when needed fo the animals. Used one also after we lost power because of hurricanes for 11 days. Glad to have it! No electric bill either. Nicely written memory.

Gert W. Knop

April 7, 2011 at 3:37 AM

So even something like an old red water pump could brighten the day! Nicely written, James!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

April 6, 2011 at 8:17 PM

James a truly poignant picture in words luv.. old memories are with us forever .. grand reminders of yesteryear.. thankxx for your stirring comment on my Smokescreens.. my belief is this open venue of poetry is to spread the Word of God and send the Enemy running scared...appreciate your thoughts and convictions my friend.. luv..

Joe Maverick

April 6, 2011 at 3:49 PM

you kn know i can just see that pump James.

Sara Kendrick

April 6, 2011 at 3:05 PM

Very descriptive work indeed..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..There are many of those pumps still around..Sara

Carolyn Devonshire

April 6, 2011 at 9:20 AM

Memories mean so much to us, James. I'm sure you'll remember this water pump for a long time. There are things I still remember about my childhood home. Love, Carolyn

Carol Sunshine Brown

April 6, 2011 at 4:49 AM

It has been a pleasure to read your poetry today James. I hope to get back soon to read more of your poetry. May you always find inspiration to carry on with your writing endeavors. Love, Carol