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Sunday

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Dong….. dong….. dong…..
In the distance of my mind
I hear the church bells ringing
Dong….. dong….. dong…..
The deep melodic tone, calling, calling
Mellow, hollow, resounding
In memory’s echo chamber

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Hurry, scurry, we can’t be late
Children stumble at a half-run
Biggest in front, smallest behind
One on a bicycle drags his foot
Slowing himself in order to wait
While the last little boy kicks stones
On the ground with his boot

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Dong….. dong….. dong…..
In the distance of my mind
I hear the church bells ringing
Dong….. dong….. dong…..
The deep melodic tone, calling, calling
Mellow, hollow, resounding
In memory’s echo chamber

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©Denise G Allen, 22 July 2014 07:27

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

8 thoughts on “Sunday

  1. A really descriptive poem, adee. I love the sound of church bells ringing.

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  2. Very sweet and painted with a lovely light touch.

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  3. Ah, the bells of childhood.

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  4. you def dont hear church bells like you used to…i remember going on a field trip once to see the bells….

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    • I loved them, then they were overtaken by recordings and now they seem to have died. What a crying shame! Now all we hear are the icecream peddlers’ bicycle bells.

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