Rondeau- Upon The Mound Poem by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

Upon the mound the town bells ring
Where silence breaks upon the wing
Once lost in time the choir sang
Explosions without joyous bang
A place for those to hail the king

We were once heard; by those who bring
Some peace upon this precious thing
Long gone those days of locals twang
Upon the mound

Solitude a momentous fling
If ye shall utter, thou shall sting
Dont break this one almighty clang
For justice will let you all hang
Upon the mound