Church Bells Are Ringing
My love, I went to your cold tomb today,
the sun was shining and the birds singing;
and I knelt at your engraved stone of gray.
My love, I went to your cold tomb today,
where in the peace and quiet squirrels play;
yes, to this true love I am still clinging.
My love, I went to your cold tomb today;
the sun was shining and the birds singing !
And I knelt at your engraved stone of gray,
my love, I went to your cold tomb today;
where in the peace and quiet squirrels play,
yes, to this true love I am still clinging;
the sun was shining and the birds singing,
and nearby church bells are ringing, ringing !
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June 4, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/Church Bells are Ringing
Copyright Protected, 06-1361-143-04
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Write A "Trinet" For Me
sponsor, L. Milton Hankins, Judged 07/02/2021
Fourth Place
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