A Wish for the Wishing Well

Many a coin laid at the bottom–
Resting pon the fountain’s floor.
Large, small. Bronze, silver,
I couldn’t tell, but there were more.
Gazing down into the water,
A longing face stared back at me.
I made a wish right from the heart.
Please, dear Lord, now, let it be.
I cast my coin into the fountain,
’ Mongst all the other wishes there.
It slowly settled pon the floor,
Quiet and still, within its sphere.

© 2015 Walterrean Salley