The Empty Pitcher Poem

Task 601

Poem for the Empty Pitcher

The empty pitcher was on the table

Made of glass it was now clear

That it once held water is not a fable

Now I need more of it I fear

To find fresh water is often hard to do

This dusty country is way out there

A well is many steps from here, ‘tis is true

But it is a chore that I must rightly bear

The water is nice and cool from the well

And filling the pitcher is satisfying to the soul

It is good for the body I can really tell

So today I must fill it, that is my goal

I fill it up all the way to the brim

So it sloshes over the edge as I walk back

The final result is half full and grim

I tell all the others it has a crack

Your turn I say to the one at my right

Go to the well and bring it back full

Carry it quickly with all your might

It will be fine and I know it will be cool

So now we have our water to drink again

To share with others and be a friend

Oh it will be empty, I don’t know when

But the next one in line is who I will send

So that is the pitcher’s job for us

To hold the precious fuel our body needs

It’s a simple liquid without any fuss

Keeps us healthy, is one of its creeds