The well pit is beneath where the pump shed burned years ago with a living roar, a fire lion. Down in the pit, charred timbers, green grass, one burdock, a vernal pool where frogs live trapped in a universe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DEAD HEROES by ISAAC ROSENBERG AMERICA by JAMES MONROE WHITFIELD THE PITCHER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CAELIA: SONNETS: 14 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) MY VALENTINE by ERNEST CAMP JR. TO A DECEMBER GROUSE (HEARD FROM THE SMOKING ROOM) by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |