The Fountain- Poem #8 by Ingrid Exner- Half Marathon

 

The fountain in the park holds memories.

Dressed ornately in black,

This dark statue of hope

Brings comfort to many.

 

Laughing children run circles around its base

As the adults lean closer to the cooling mist

Of its waters.

Spilling over in delight

Excitement uncontained,

A timeless treasure of days

Gone by.