the fountain railing holds back <br />the children from a pool of <br />water that has a siren's call <br /> <br />the children want to play inside, under. <br /> <br />the pool is certain death. <br /> <br />in my minds eye, <br />i see the fountain without the rail<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fountain-3/
