Chimes Poem by John Shea

i am living here on the eaves
not on the eve of destruction

should I sing or should I swing
Or chirp out a ding o ling

I hung here for years and never complained
Of the snow or the rain

where is my friend the wind?
Lover of the music at a whim

birds nested close to me
for the tune that I sung

sweet lullabies for the children
the children to sing in our skys

the future that brightens our eyes.

flowing breezes with sweet melodies
that come before the frost and the freeze

me and my friends will sing you a tune
that will elate you well pastJune

so hang us anywhere you want you see
we just aim to please.