POETRY IN MOTION
Church Bells
They were old in years but young in love
And shared their frailness hand-in-glove,
Shared sorrow, joy and all that came
And never lost that special flame.
And every single Sunday morn
As sunrise lit the coming dawn
And washed away the morning mist,
They held each other close and kissed
And then made love, their special treat
Before they had their Shredded Wheat
And as the nearby church bells chimed,
Their rhythm with its peels they timed.
And this routine they kept for years
As she recalls with solemn tears,
For making love she lost her spouse
When a fire engine passed their house.
TCD
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Church Bells
Church Bells