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The Web Poetry Corner - Wesley A. Storer - A Bucket Filled with Joy

A Bucket Filled with Joy

by

Wesley A. Storer



Everything had turned to grass
The house the barn the well
Burned as firewood filled in
Lost in wide prarie expanse
As he searched for his past
Of long ago prarie mornings
But he tripped on the vail
Of a buried bucket or pail
Just an inch or two above
The edge of an old cow trail
It was that old oaken bucket
That once hung in their well
The one his sweetheart and he
Once drank from so happily
Before she died at age 16
As he dug out that old bucket
Her love for him returned
Like a joyful sacred mystery
A glorious wonderous ecstasy
Filling his old heart with joy

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