The Bells Of My Hometown Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

The bells of the church I used to go to are silenced
No more the beautiful sound they made on Easter morn
They ring only in my dreams
As I remember the cool spring breeze gently playing them
And since I left, I cannot stop feeling lost
For I am a stranger in this city
And I probably will disappear into the crowd
Waiting to be notice like before
But the memories of the bells will keep my heart beating
As time burns the memories of my hometown
I yearn to be there once again