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Cyndi den Otter





A fond memory of my Dad that I wrote the night before he died remembering all the conversations around the well he had drilled at his cottage.  The well still overflows after all  these years and people still come from all over the lake to get fresh water.






Water water everywhere

But not a drop to drink

Lloyd scratched his head a while

“We need a well I think”


The well it was a gusher

It overflowed its cover

So Lloyd piped it to the lake

So he could share with others


So neighbours came across the beach

To fill buckets to the top

Little kids came with wagons

At the well they made their stop


Soon friends became aware

You could not hurry back away

‘Cause Lloyd would start a story

And of course you had to stay


And if you came by boat

Or if you crawled along the shore

Or tried to sneak in while its dark

Lloyd would spot you from his door


Not a subject went uncovered

Around Lloyd Burpee’s well

If only water spouts could talk

What secrets they could tell


From politics to religion

To who made the best cream pie

What lures caught the biggest bass

And the biggest fishing lie


Were Ford’s or Dodge’s better

And who had the fastest boat

How taxes were way too high

And the best way to build a float


Lloyd’s well was like a webpage

When neighbours there all met

And much more fun to talk

Than e-mail or internet


So if there was a story

That was worth at all to tell

Then you probably heard it first

At Lloyd Burpee’s well


In memory of my Dad, Lloyd Burpee

May 22, 1929 – July 21, 2002

By Cyndi den Otter (C)

Copyright 2002 July 20 10 Cyndi den Otter – All Rights Reserved May be used with author’s permission