Bells Of The Campanile Poem by Adelord DuChene

Propped against a majestic pillar and stairs of granite
Overlooking a plush courtyard of green,
With shadows of Maple, Oak, and Pine
It fills with the souls of academia

Carrying the burdens of their passion
Expression abound, contemplation, laughter
Some with no expression at all
What have they chosen, where did their drive begin

Bells of the Campanile ringing, echoing
Denoting only the time
The morning dew glistens
As the sun crests over the mighty hall

As the sounds of the souls of academia begin to fade
Nature once again returns
With the sound of a gentle breeze whispering and combing through the branches
And the tender melodies of the song birds

This realization can only mean but one thing
Class has begun, I’M LATE! ! ! !