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Wednesday, March 7, 2018

BELLS - a poem

bells
____


Behind me
the sound of windbells
in a wisp of wind


no, I'm mistaken,
it is the bell
at the train  tracks;
a wooden arm falls
blocking cars


no, it is the ringing
of the churchbells;
to drive away demons


ah, it is the silence
of my father's spirit
ringing


then silence
ringing
in my mind


a soul
who visits me.




                                                                          W.G.Milne
                                                                           North Bay
                                                                            July 28/09
                                                                              1:48P.M.

                                                                                 Nearing midsummer