The Water Tower - A poem by Nora B. Cunningham

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,
Or tall and huge and dark beneath the moon.
^___It makes me think of things . . . no matter what.

^__Nora B. Cunningham

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 41
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)