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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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Party Dresses

Party Dresses

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martie an’ me we was so axcited. our school was having a party on friday night for its tenth birthday. mit* rock ‘n roll musiek an’ als**.

my ma said she would sew our dresses. she had some lef’ overs from the curtains and she would buy a small piece of silver cloth she saw at yusuf’s shop.

the dresses was a secret and martie and me, we wasn’t s’posed to see. my ma sewed every chance she got.

well on friday after school martie’s ma came to our house to help martie and me get ready for the party. even the neighbours came to see how we looked. we was so proud.

my ma had made both dresses the same. she had cut out stars and bells out of the silver cloth an’ stuck them on the skirts. martie had the stars and i had the bells.

so martie was the star of the party an’ i was the bell of the ball!

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*mit = with
**als, alles = all

©DGA 24 August 2011 10:53