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Posted by restorel66 on December 27, 2008
Under house. Crawl
Space. Three days.
Water heater. Anger.
Plastic pipe. C-ment.
Sore back. Stiff neck.
Grave glare.
Eight-year-old. Small
Hands. Unafraid.
Chips in. Questions.
Satisfied. Crawls out.
My face. Turnabout.
Wide grin.
Richard Smith said
Your poem definitely captures the frustration and sense of accomplishment in dealing with home plumbing problems or any home repairs for that matter.
Thanks for the great read – Rich
ggw_bach said
nice poem. Evocative
Ben Cotten said
Ohhh… I’ve been there.