Bucket Lust

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© Jeff Johannsen
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How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,

When fond recollection presents them to view!

The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood,

And every loved spot which my infancy knew!

The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it,

The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell,

The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it,

And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well-

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,

The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.

That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure,

For often at noon, when returned from the field,

I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,

The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.

How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing,

And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell;

Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing,

And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,

The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.

How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,

As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips!

Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,

The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.

And now, far removed from the loved habitation,

The tear of regret will intrusively swell,

As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,

And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,

The moss-covered bucket that hangs in the well!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Samuel Woodworth's poem: The Old Oaken Bucket

4 responses

  • Davide Simone

    Davide Simone (Deleted) gave props (21 Jun 2012):

    wonderful

  • Ted Anderson

    Ted Anderson   gave props (22 Jun 2012):

    Beautifully done.

  • chuck vona

    chuck vona   gave props (22 Jun 2012):

    Simple, utilitarian, perfect,

  • Pedro Teixeira

    Pedro Teixeira   gave props (1 Jul 2012):

    Beautiful image!

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