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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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