Copper dirty pennies reflect
From the bottom of the fountain
From all the old men who live in this county
1999
1942
1985
Years vary
Wheat backs
And liberties
One wish
Most presumably from little girls
But I’m sure some are from the old men
I’m sure the wishes are random
From baby dolls
Houses
To tractors
To wives
To no more drinking problems
To moving out of this place
For winter wood
And winter food
For summer crop luck
To wanting a new dress
But…
The murals on the flood walls make no promises
They just crack
And the wishes in the fountain get turned off 
For the season and thrown in
That green dumpster
Or pocketed by someone else