Colin Coplin

Rookie - 107 Points (Australia)

The Well - Poem by Colin Coplin

If it don't rain soon, the well will soon be dry
If it don't rain soon, the well will crack and die
I'll fill that well with my tears, and hope that we survive

All last summer, I worked my fingers raw
All last summer, I worked my fingers raw
I dug that well with my hands, to keep my family safe from harm

Reap what you sew, there's still time
To turn these barren lands into wine
Another day is all you need
Till that plough and sew that seed

Praying ain't helped me, not that I thought it would
Praying ain't helped me, not that I thought it could
I'll bend my back in the hot sun, until I see the flood

Memories of Eden, still linger on my mind
Memories of Eden, still linger on my mind
I'll make this place Eden or die in the dirt as I'm trying

Town and country, do battle in my mind
Town and country, do battle in my mind
Both need each other, otherwise both will die

Reap what you sew, there's still time
To turn these desert sands into wine
Another day is all you need
Till that plough and sew that seed

I've bee down so very damn long, the only way for me is up
I've been down so very damn long now, the only way for me is up
I don't blame any man if he said enough is enough

All last night, I dug three new holes
All last night, I dug three new holes
To bury my family but still I'll carry on / To bury my family but still for them I'll carry on

Copyright Colin Coplin 2007 / 2011


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Drought, farming, hardship,

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 9, 2012


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