A Turn of the Crank

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Deep into ever-dimming light

where dampness dwells on the walls

of what seems a bottomless well,

sinks an old wooden bucket

attached by heavy rope

to a crank turned with ease

by his big strong hands.

Down, down in the murky shadows

the bucket magically fills

with water before he hauls it

out of the darkness and into the light.

The bucket arrives full of clean, clear water

glistening in the sun where the reflection

casts playful spots upon my face.

A ladle hangs, as it always does,

from a hook beside the crank

which he dutifully dips into the water.

Carefully, as though the contents were a prize,

he brings the tarnished ladle to my lips

for a sip of sparkling cold refreshment.

This is how I remember it… decades ago on Grandpa’s farm.

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Crank

Weekly Photo Challenge: Favorite Place

My favorite place to be, especially this time of year, is the deck overlooking my back yard. For the next month, the saturation of colors will intensify almost daily until Spring gives way to a more consistent Summer green. It is my happy place again in the Fall when I watch the dense green trees turn orange and gold on their  way to Winter gray. Yes, my favorite place to be is right outside my back door!

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Favorite Place