The Magical Well
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Entered in contest; A magical journey contest, sponsored by Constance La France.
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Remembering that magical day and time
We were young, care-free and in our childhood
When we snuck out back near the woods
We stopped near the old forbidden well
And went on a journey we would live to tell
We knew the well was a dangerous place
and were forbidden to go near its space
That day we saw a tiny gnome appear peeking out
Wearing a large green hat and sputtering about
He held three rocks in his hand that glowed like gold
He rubbed the rocks as he chanted with a firm hold
He saw us and quickly jumped up and into the well
Leaving behind the magical rocks as he let out a yell
We quickly ran back for help and into our home
Not sure if we should tell anyone about the gnome
We told our parents, and they didn’t believe our tale
The next day we snuck back with a rope and pail
We saw the gold rocks, glowing and laying on top
We grabbed the rocks and then time seemed to stop
We entered a magical place with gnomes and fairies
All singing, chanting and foraging for magical berries
We were told that we now must make a special wish
And asked to taste the magical berries on the dish
We each took a tiny bite and then awoke on the ground
We were near the well and couldn’t believe what we found
The stones were now in our pockets to our surprise
And decided to keep all this a secret and our prize
There were two new bicycles along the well wall
And we realized our wishes were granted after all
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2025
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