Keeper Of The Well

It happened upon the misty moon,
In the years and days of old,
When the frailest of women
Approached the village well,
Or so the story is told.

She spied a man
Who was adding to the well,
Instead of taking
As others had done.

So she hesitated not
To throw sticks and stones,
And to sound the alarm
she did run.

Because everyone knew
Of the value of water,
Of polluting their source
They said No.

That no man or woman
or child or beast
Should have to abandon
The precious element of flow.

Now the years and days of old
Are forgotten by so many,
TV's and radio's and newspapers today
Seem to focus on the more and plenty.

More of this and more of that,
they say is the way to go.
And once again the man is back
to tamper with our life-giving flow.

Selling industry's waste
as a boon to our health
has now become the American way,
Of course!

Who will repel the intruder
and sound the alarm,
and be sure the others to tell
to remain every day the vigilant
and the true Keeper of the Well?

From A Dialogue with a Duck
By Jeff Green

In Gratitude & Love,
~~Terry

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