Ode On A Grandfather's Clock Poem by Erin Jane Creshilt

Ode On A Grandfather's Clock



A strange apparatus that can dominate the present time
Which can also make a loud noise as Father Time passes by
Like a tall tower standing proudly on top of its base
Like an ancient person which can tell time but does not pass away with age
With great wooden carvings on its sides
It is also a friend of Time but never grows older from time to time

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