THE WISHING WELL
The Wishing Well
In the meadow stood a wishing well
A legacy set in stone
It had seen a century come and go
And now stood all alone.
An old and graceful home once stood
Near to the wishing well
And in the meadow stood a town.
Where city folk did dwell.
The children used to come here
They came most every day
To chase each other 'round the well
And lose themselves in play.
Young lovers once embraced here
Their souls so young and free
To cast their love into the well
And dream of things to be.
The families used to gather here
With small ones circled 'round
To cast their cares into the well
And send their wishes down.
The old ones once held hands here
So wrinkled, bent, and gray
To cast their thanks into the well
For one more precious day.
No one comes to visit now
The people went away
They're buried in the meadow
Where the children used to play.
But it seems that legend has it
When the moon is shining bright
The children chase each other
'Round the wishing well at night.
"The Way We Were"
Herbert Holzbauer's Site