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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WELL WATER, by FRAZEE TUCKER
First Line: Bring me a drink
Last Line: The water from the northwest corner of the well.
Subject(s): Pioneers; Water
First Line: Bring me a drink
Last Line: The water from the northwest corner of the well.
Subject(s): Pioneers; Water
"Bring me a drink
From the northwest corner of the well."
How many, many times
I used to hear grandmother tell
How "they" came
Across the prairie to McGregor's beckoning view,
The turns each took
At driving, the rivers they splashed through --
The clearing by
The walnut woods their father chose for home,
Her mother ever
Watching lest the younger children roam:
The Indians, solemn
Staring, beady eyes reflecting hate,
The time they sat
Upon the floor, smoked in silence -- ate and ate --
'Twas always, "Mary,
Fetch the water." How her little feet would run.
The family, then
The horses, from dawn till setting sun.
In sultry summer
Weather, redbirds drooping in the shade,
The men came in
Exhausted, against the fence leaned every spade;
And grandma'd laugh,
Remembering, I loved to hear her tell,
How they'd caution
Her to walk around the tree root where she fell,
And to bring
The water from the northwest corner of the well.
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