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Poem 107: Hear the knelling © Bruce Goodman 1 January 2022 |
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Dear friends, please stop and breathe the flowers; Enjoy their many shades of smell. Don’t waste, but while away, the hours; Yet hear the knelling of the bell. Forget the busy city scene; Its cluttered mess, its noise, its yell. Dream instead of landscapes clean; Yet hear the knelling of the bell. The hope of birds to build their nests, Another brood to sing and tell Of how our planet’s truly blessed. Yet hear the knelling of the bell. Far quicker than you think can be The world will worsen into hell. By all means dance your footfalls free Yet hear the knelling of the bell. |