The Water Tower.
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
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)