He Went Up Her Hill To Fetch a Pail of Water
He went up her hill to fetch a pail of water
He looked into the wishing well
It was dark, yet enchanting
When he put his ear next to it
It seemed to be calling his name
Like an oasis is to a dessert beckoning
a thirsty man
He was thirsty, too
The edges of the well began to stand up
It seemed to be moist in there
Or was that his imagination
It began to coo, too
Or was that his imagination
He stood there, staring, mesmerized
At the sheer beauty of the wishing well
He searched his pockets
He pulled out a nickel
He thought he heard a voice
say is that all you have
He nodded yes
He imagined he heard a laugh
He then closed his eyes and threw it in
It barely skimmed the surface
A few minutes later he uncorked his wish
A gift of raindrops
To the wishing well it was no big deal
As he looked into the reflection of the well
At least he smiled at all the legends
He thought he heard a voice
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connie pachecho
1/7/2016
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