Seven Bells
By Jonni F
Seven bells hung in trees
waiting for an errant breeze,
all made of brass, painted blue,
they played their song,
for me and you.
One for A, one for D,
in sturdy, thriving maple trees.
One for S, one for T,
one of course, for lovely B.
All hung with care, for all to see
In ancient, gnarly apple trees.
We hung yours in a gangly pear,
together, with the greatest care.
Mine in cherry, you held so dear,
Its chiming said my soul was near.
Five bells now hang in the trees,
I wonder…do they catch the breeze?
A and D and S , B, T
Do they ring out joyfully?
Mine is gone, it doesn’t ring.
I left yours with common things.
I close my eyes,
I almost see,
when seven bells
hung in the trees.
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