Lake sides, river sides, wells, fountains
& water holes,
Walking often for miles, upon hardened
cracked soles,
Women get together, gathering, from near
& far away,
With buckets upon their heads & hips
that gaily sway.
Sloshing water, into clay pots, pans, ewers
& old tin cans,
Kneeling on flat stones, washing clothes
with sudsy hands,
Their voices echoing through the eons, all
the latest gossip,
Babes in arms & upon their backs, given
thirst-slaking sips.
Water stored, tired skins refreshed &
clothes duly washed,
All children bathed in bubbles & in
water, played & sloshed,
Refreshed now, to face that long & arduous
trek back home,
Moist songs upon their tongues, replacing
their arid moans.
All feminine lives, gathering, wherever
clean waters flow,
Friends meet, laughter, words, dancing on
winds that blow,
With jokes jested, duties done & all
latest news imparted,
Farewells bid to old friends & from
oasis, they then departed.
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