SEEDS OF DEPRESSION

Do I dare?  Indeed I do!

I dare to do anything that

Anyone would dare to do,

Preach, pray, sing!

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And work!  Fingers to the bone!

At one time anyhow!

Dug a well once long ago!

Pure water came, I vow!

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Others were agreeable!

Attesting I make bold!

It is satisfying purity!

Clean and pure and cold!

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So cold, no ice was needed!

Refreshing on the hottest day!

Many others drinking it

Were never loath to say–

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God blessed it and my efforts!

Proof consistently

That God, the Father, honored with

A miracle for me!

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Across the road, Uncle John’s,

A well drilled way, way down!

Water plenty for the cattle and folk,

But to taste brought a frown!

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Slightly salty and not cold!

So what, can we suppose?

A milk can full from my well,

So happy to dispose!

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Seventy-five years later what

Is left?  Cannot quite say!

House, chicken coop, the well, defunct!

All seen a better day!

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Do not know about the outhouse!

A good ways from the well!

Way, way back in the dark ages!

But how then can one tell?

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Dried out, bleak!  Today main road

Either side farms, do not know,

Living things, cattle, back then

Does anything now grow?

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Plow, harrow, disk, work the ground!

Kind to the stock!  They work, too!

Muscles straining, feed them well!

What is left now to do?

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Anything?  Did it even exist?

Land grown up with weeds!

Everyone I knew is dead, just gone.

Did we plant the seeds?

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Does not hurt to worry some!

Though it does not help one bit!

God’s Son died, we are forgiven now!

The brightest lamp is lit!

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Sam Cox  02.24.09

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