“The Wall” – Joey Holland

Ancient, deep.

The  wet stone walls whisper as

The bucket draws down then

Up, up.

 

Vibrating like the strings

Of a well made ukulele

As it gently, gently brushes

The wet stone walls.

 

To bring Adam’s ale to those who need it.

To those who don’t;

To those who will wait;

To those who won’t.

 

Cherish the man willing to wait

For the water from the well.

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