Water Tower #3

The Water Tower

It's ugly yes, I know, I hated it.
That huge red tank upon six spidery legs.
When it was being built, it has a hold
far down into the rock. They blasted out
great pits, and anchored those slim-looking legs.
Deep . . . deep . . . They spoiled some trees that stood too near,
But things that rise so high must have deep holds . . .

Well, now it's up, and all the noise is past,
It throws a big round shadow in the sun . . .
I know it's ugly, yet somehow I like.
To see it reaching up to touch the clouds,
all tall and huge and dark beneath the moon.
It makes me think of things . . . no matter what.

Nora B. Cunningham