by Walt Stewart
Dad at first we went with you cause
Mom wanted some peace from the ten of us.
We went to a world where
Men brought deep water up from the earth.
They laughed and cussed
at themselves in the Texas heat.
Lumbering tools bent deep,
Sweaty axle grease men
who shaped rope, cables, chains,
Pipe-wrenches and steel
into surgeon’s wands
Coaxing the nectar upward
Men who long new
the value of AQUA
Before it was bottled up,
Back when It flowed freely
They knew how to go get it.
They knew they had to protect it.
You gave us all you had
A Livelihood and knowledge.
Now we drink your memory
like we drank the cool sparkling sweet water,
pumping out of the well.
