it is far
from civilization
only a few
have reached
there
it is deep
and full and
my genealogy
source of
survival
i go back there
again
refreshed and
thirst
quenched
for its memories
mother bathing a
boy
horse drinking
from a pail
natives filling
their drums
maidens singing
and men
wooing them
for a night of
love
after
when the needy have
left
to take their much
needed rest
there the well
stays
sighing
but meaningfully
filled
it has served
so well
less the selfishness
of all
men.
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