7 Bells
By Jonni F
7 bells hung in the trees
Waiting for an errant breeze,
All made of brass, and painted blue,
They played their song,
For me and you.
One for A and one for D,
In sturdy, thriving Maple trees.
One for S, and one for T,
And 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.
And mine in the cherry, you hold so dear,
Its chiming would say my soul was near.
5 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?
I took mine away, it doesn’t ring.
And left yours among some common things.
I close my eyes, I almost see,
When 7 bells,
Hung in the trees.
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