As dawn breaks, she can no longer wait.
The thirst is to great, to quench her palate.
A journey she takes, 10 miles straight.
Thru darkness she goes, a bucket she throws,
on top of her head.
Wild animals she dreads. Strangers lurking ahead.
Sweat covers her face, but with each step she takes.
A love of family awaits, left behind at her place.
An old rusty pipe. Just in sight. Cloudy stream of water,
opened to her delight!!
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Posted: Sep 2012
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