Placid Sunday Morn. Poem by Fay Slimm
Placid Sunday Morn.
Lying amid grass of perfumed green,
Cushioned with sun and calm of early morn,
From verdant lanes echo aloft the sound of the bell
Bidding me attend it s evocative toll
What solitary same sound has winged in byegone days
And fetched the faithful, young and old, to morning dues
It s sad and mournful clang, it s long and lonely call
Evokes a realm of pastness gone now and yet
Still lives - so long as bell and quiet sunny morn
All combine to tell of such a heritage.
Clanging slow and loud all the way home
Into memory - and heart.
ONE: Magnificently worded, amazing poem, dear Fay! I just discovered you here on Poemhunter, but I have never searched for before. You are one of my most favourite poetesses. Poemhunter was a problem for me to explore, even I had problems with submitting my own poems and also to comment poems.
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TWO: Now all problems have gone, I realized that there is no connection as we usually had on the late Poetfreak. But each day I like Poemhunter more and I daresay now that I like Poemhunter the most. A myriad of 10's for the Vote, Fay. Thank you for sharing