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The Deep Well

The Deep Well

written by: Robin McNamara



I go to the well everyday,
Sometimes drawing water,
Other days none.

The well is as old as the oak tree,
Upon the farmed land under,
Rained skies.

Built by my Grandfather’s Father,
During a time of drought,
The well gave hope.

It’s stood through storms,
And through many wars,
Quenching soldiers thirst.

A savior in times of fire,
A resting stop for travelers,
And their weary horses.

When I draw water,
The farm is nourished.
My children’s children –

Will use the deep well.

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