By Crystal Arbogast

I long to find the mountain spring
Where my grandmother ladled her water
Gray, icy buckets
Overflowing with the sweet taste
Of yesterday's memories

Covered with earth by man
And lost somewhere in time
I long once more to quench my thirst
Taste those days again

I long to find that sparkling jewel
And savor the water as I once did
I know that it is still there
Under the earth and yesterday's veil