This is a poem written about poverty and ignorance,
with the reading of a very sad tale.
Can you keep a secret,
and promise not to tell!
That is what the people said
about the village well.
Their well had held a secret,
for the past, one hundred years.
Every time it was mentioned,
it fell upon death ears.
The story tells of Lotty,
orphaned from birth,
who only spent a short time,
on this Beloved earth.
She was raised in squaller,
until she was seven.
It was then, that our Lord,
called her to heaven.
The Village Well,
was where she ate her bread,
but people passed her by,
and words were never said.
One day she took a drink,
from the village well,
the bricks began to crumble
then to the bottom she fell.
No one came, to help
her cry's could not be heard.
Lotty perished in the depth,
and no one said a word.
They kept it all a secret,
then only should it be told
when the village well secret,
became one hundred years old.
Then it was decided,
to see if she could be found,
so that she could be buried
in consecrated ground.
The well was to deep,
so the people began to prey.
To ask The Lords forgiveness,
for that most unfortunate day.
it was only ignorance,
that's why they would not tell
The story of Lotty,
and the secret of the well.
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