The Pitcher Pump

The Pitcher Pump

It stood straight and tall,
handle cocked on it's side,
refreshing us all
coming in from a ride.

I remember well
when we were lean and strong
as cool water fell
and we knew right from wrong.

We saw the drops fall
from the edge of the spout
and who would we call
if the water ran out?

Still it is standing,
Grandpa's old pitcher pump
and water's landing
drops to the ground ker-thump,
ker-thump, ker-thump.

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