Poem: The Well by Ginny P. Brown
Photo Source: Unsplash The Well No one notices a well until it runs dry. For years people came to it without thinking— lowering buckets, drawing what they needed, trusting the water would always be there. The well never complained. It did not announce when the waterline dropped or when the rope burned against its edges. It simply kept giving. And because it kept giving, people believed it always could. The water quenched the thirst of those from every walk of life. What did the well receive...