The Well
Pui Kiu College, Kevin Cheung Hui Chun, Poetry: Group 3
Once upon a time, in the Gobi far away,
There was a little village where some villagers stayed.
In the middle of the village was a fairly old well,
with a fence around the well in case anyone fell.
The well provided water for them all day long,
so everyday the villagers would praise it in song.
“Praise the well! Bless the well!” all day did they sing,
in fact I promise you that they will treat it as their king.
Then one night some lizards crept into the village and
drank up all the water, then escaped through the sand.
The old watchmen was still snoring in his old shed nearby,
when he was awakened by the villagers’ sorrowful cries.
“This can’t happen!”” Who did this?”” Which way did he go?”
“I didn’t see, I couldn’t tell, I really do not know.”
While the villagers had given up, sitting down and crying,
a thunder cloud approached and lit the sky with lightning.
The lightning was shortly followed by some raindrops from the sky,
and soon the village was filled with the villagers joyful cries.
“Praise the well! Bless the well!” ”Our prayers have been heard!”
And soon they waved their arms in excitement, just like a bird.
