This Old Spicket Poem by Eric Cockrell
This Old Spicket
this old spicket
always drips...
having stood the test
of time and weather,
heat and cold....
surrounded by weeds,
occasionally covered
by a lone spider's web...
rusted and tarnished.....
just waiting....
for someone to
turn the knob!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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