'wild Bells and Blue Sky"

Off with the old, and on with the new, Hopefully good ambitions all pursue, Salute Lord Tennyson do or die! Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky... I will read my Alfred Tennyson, Meanwhile, eating my wild...venison, Past mistakes absorbed of Old Langsyne. Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky... Remembering old youthful explores, Living in the wildwoods with wild boars. Lying back in Green Ivies, resting eyes. Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky... Reading my Lord Alfred Tennyson, Up nigh blue sky eating venison, Watching as an old hexed world goes by. Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky... Remembering olden days forgotten, Many hated days picking cotton, Gazing at sky dreaming of future pie. Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky... The apple feminine of my eye, Her nature’s beauty, provokes a sigh, Such awesome beauty a man could cry. Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky... Me O my.. an apple of the eye, Living my heaven nigh, way up high, Missing…kissing.. ladies, hearing them sigh! Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky... These olden days have come and gone, I purposed poetically in a song, As salute to Tennyson do or die, Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky! For and in Honor of Dr Ram and Contest