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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