Resurrection of the Fountain

by Thomas Hally

From the ground up 24 hours straight,
Our fountain pumped water up her tube and through her grate.
She did not sleep, our day and night companion.
A loyal minion in our backyard, our beloved dominion.

Then all of sudden her strong base cracked and chipped.
Up in the air and down her sides ceramic tiles flipped.
No longer did her powerful stream flow from bottom to top.
Day and night H2O flip-flopped without bothering to stop.

Hard ground opened and became soft and muddy.
Intricate bas-relief turned slimy, green and cruddy.
Her centerpiece gave way and crumbled to the ground.
There she lay, a forlorn and forgotten old cement mound.

Two years later, we called a meson and a plumber.
The two arrived and pulled a tube and a sack out of their Hummer.
They laid the foundation with the tube right smack dab in the center.
And returned when it dried, fixed the pipe and let the water re-enter.

Baroque mini figures now figure in the center of the new tube.
The surrounding tile is just lovely: each piece is a a pink hyper cube.
Our beautiful fountain of long ago and yesteryear,
has been replaced by a new one to the left of center right over here.