Belmont
Belmont nestles deep
in frost's embrace,
children all will keep
watch for a trace
of gently falling snow
to set their eyes aglow!
Shrill melodic rounds
as pure as prayer,
curlew's song resounds
o'er bracing air
throughout the arching sky
where winged angels fly.
Church bells toll us in
from toil and play,
offer thanks again
for one more day;
chaste blessings from above,
sweet mystery of love!
...a 'home-made' form.
545466 meter: ababcc rhyme
I call it the 'Bickerette!'
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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