The Fountain of My Youth

Original Elyria Square Fountain. Picture found on Elyria Historical Hunt site developed by the Elyria Girl Scout Troop 50889 for their silver award project.

The Fountain of My Youth

The spray

cool way to

beat heat on a

summer’s hot day

As pigeons

half flew away from the

child’s hands coming too nigh

Causing a

pausing

of their

pecking up lunchers’ crumbs

from park benches nearby

The illumination of the

red, blue, yellow and green lights

when sky went to black night

had to have been the most

fascinatingly beautiful thing I’d

ever seen

At least

until I

started to know

all about everything

without holding in esteem

anyone or

anything

when I turned the ripe old age of

thirteen.

Always for you,

M.A. Hastings

Poetry Backstories

I was in the northern Ohio area last week to see my family still in Ohio, before heading off to Niagara Falls, Ontario to do some kayaking. I didn’t get over to see the fountain in Elyria’s square this trip. It was, though, the basis for writing “The Fountain of My Youth” when the Verse Reps prompt was “fountain” here on Substack.

Postcard of old Elyria found on Elyria Historical Hunt site that was developed by the Elyria Girl Scout Troop50889 for their silver award project.

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