Grandad by the Spring

Grandad was tired from carrying water from the spring

Oh the bucket of memories this picture of him brings

In an era where life was hard, you never took it for granted

Carrying water from the spring or tilling the field that needed to be planted

It took endurance and courage to get up early every mourning

If you didn’t jump right out of bed, you never got a second warning

It started by carrying buckets of water from the spring

Because having plenty of water for the day was an important thing

My Grandad worked hard all his life 

 when the last child was born he lost his wife

He took on the task of caring for and raising all his children the youngest was two

It was hard enough for two now he had to begin anew

In the photo grandads sitting there with his cup of spring water 

Maybe he was sitting there thinking about a pressing matter

Raising children a stairstep of ages was hard but he was always there

Not many men would have taken that on they simply wouldn’t care

People refer to that age as the time when life was simple back then

And Maybe it was But the task of hauling Water from the spring was done again and again

When I stare at the photo of my grandad by the spring

It opens up the Well house of memories a sad smile it always brings