Subject: Beyond the Realm
From: Christopher W. Thomas (
Date: 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

- Tristram

Christopher W. Thomas
10:25pm Tues. Jan. 4th, 2000