They All Knew the Little Boy Who Fell

They All Knew the Little Boy Who Fell by Heather Westra

They all knew the little boy who fell,

Who tread the waters one whole day,

Alone at the bottom of the wishing well.

In a breathless gasp he tried to yell,

His desperate echoes seemed to stay,

They all knew the little boy who fell.

Wintry cold in his darkening cell,

He clawed the walls of slimy clay,

Alone at the bottom of the wishing well.

He heard them tolling the big, brass bell.

The laughing voices whisked away,

They all knew the little boy who fell.

Squinting his eyes he thinks, Farewell,

Through mumbled lips he starts to pray,

Alone at the bottom of the wishing well.

Yet he never heard them sound the knell,

Or saw the tears of much dismay.

They all knew the little boy who fell,

Alone at the bottom of the wishing well.