The Old Water Tower. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The old water tower.
The old water tower at the edge of town has many stories they do say.
Like how each year we climb the tower to see old Miss Jones naked as can be.
Or how we see old Tom the postman teases the dogs on goofy Street.
The water is high in the tower now for it rains today.
We strip off our close and dive right in the water just a chill.
We have the thrill of swimming all day.
In the old water tower at the edge of town.