The Old Rusty Bucket

On the dirt road there I stood looking at our old faded barn

Barely standing, the roof caved in, it still had a bit of charm

As I gazed at this image I could hear the children’s laughter

I swear it was coming from inside, high up in the rafters

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Suddenly the memory noises got quiet in my head

And one very familiar sound took there place instead

Not far from the barn stood this splintered gray post 

A spigot wrapped with wire barely noticeable to most

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The sound was dripping water in an old rusty bucket

So many times my brother and I would have to truck it 

At least four trips a day back and forth to our farm house

Arriving with it half empty and we both would be doused

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Author Eileen Clark  2022

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