|| Beyond the Realm|
|| Christopher W. Thomas (email@example.com) |
|| Tues Jan 4, 19100 at 11:31PM |
Beyond the Realm
Up on the hill, beyond the serene lake ...
The water catches - in a distant ache
Pooling in the earth, and making ditches
Running down towards it, in straight pitches
Arriving at points all along the lakeshore ...
Creating rivulets, and brooks, from which to pour
Pushing away the sands to the left and the right
Making horseshoe-shaped gouges - a constant blight
But, filling the lakes and reservoirs with the essence
And refueling the wells with many liquid blessings
For, tomorrow ... showers will run with tap turn ...
There'll be no waiting, as the pumps just won't burn
© Christopher W. Thomas
10:25pm Tues. Jan. 4th, 2000