Adourning Bells Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

won the heart of a girl of standing
won her heart never said so true
went bells and clouds, i miss her now
nevermore what i do


shed light on me
let me dividend the wind
for i am a child, just like now
when thoughts divide me
father, do you listen?
i still smoke most of the others
give it away if i had my druthers
i still side with the rowdy southerns
and care not if trouble hovers
but father, what will i do?
when the way clears and i get to
the land of green grass and honey
and i wont find my lovely
i feel her above me, everyday
and it seems to me she says
'this is it, trouble missed'
on this cloud i did wish
for some warmth with my fish


to the others