Standing in the middle of nowhere,
The wayfarer unable to bear,
The scorching heat,
Brightens up, eager to greet,
And recount the countless tales,
Including the nitty- gritty details,
He shares with me,
His best buddy in glee,
Happy to quench his thirst, I,
He, who has coronated me “The Wishing Well”, looks up to the sky,
And calls me his good luck charm,
Praying no harm,
Before he departs, out he calls,
A final wave,
Memory of this meeting, I save.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Crispina Kemp for running the CCC # 67 words. The challenge is to write a piece in around 150 words a piece with inspiration drawn from the picture. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.