.
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
.
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
.
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
.
©Denise G Allen, 22 July 2014 07:27
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
22/07/2014 at 3:10 pm
A really descriptive poem, adee. I love the sound of church bells ringing.
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31/07/2014 at 8:35 am
Yes, AD, so do I. Pity they are so few and far between nowadays.
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25/07/2014 at 3:24 pm
Very sweet and painted with a lovely light touch.
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31/07/2014 at 8:36 am
Thank you John. 🙂
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25/07/2014 at 7:30 pm
Ah, the bells of childhood.
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31/07/2014 at 8:37 am
Yes, indeed! I wonder why they’ve disappeared over the years…
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28/07/2014 at 11:16 pm
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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31/07/2014 at 8:40 am
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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