I found myself telling my great grandson a story along the lines of this poem. Of course, his name is Sean!

Young Prince Sean had come of age
Young maidens lined
Oh so refined
For wealth they sought within rampage

'Asked each maiden why she sought
To be his wife
Freedom from strife
They coveted what could be bought

Prince Sean put on common clothes
Hung out in town
He looked around
When suddenly a faint cry rose

Young Prince asked her why she cried
There by the well
Her story tell
Her rope was caught bucket denied

Water needed to be brought
Back to her home
She lived alone
The water's all she sought

Prince Sean loosed the rope in well
The bucket freed
Fulfilled her need
So she bid him farewell

He asked her if she did know
Just who he was
She said with pause,
"Yes,......" but she had to go

One day he made her his wife
She didn't seek
His wealth to reek
Just water for her life


Jane Noponen Perinacci