On hearing the villages old church bells
On hearing the villages old church bells
by Abigael09 Oct 2019
The distant bells resound
in the breeze. Wind dances
with russet trees. The birds,
full-throated, sing to please.
A flap of wings from oak
to a birch, one pigeon fancied
a change of perch and my old
heart gives a sudden lurch
embraced by the love
old mother earth contains,
she strums all my senses
with life's joyful strains.