At dusk was when the men would hunt and steal.
The carriers had trouble seeing then.
On their return, the tribe would have a meal,
but first the older boys would meet the men.
Outside the wall, the kids were not allowed,
but while the men were out, they’d watch the gate.
They’d let their elders in, and they were proud
to know that soon they wouldn’t have to wait.
The settlers had enclosed a stretch of brook
when they had made a mound around the mall,
so they could drink, dispose waste, clean, and cook
without transporting water through the wall.
Their egress was a path along this creek.
’Twas gated well but guarded from afar.
When Ciral went out, maybe once a week,
he’d hold his breath and swim beneath the bar.
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
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