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parliament of canada    a beautiful high gothic
building     the center piece     the bell tower
victoria tower (1859-1866 to build)   180 feet 
     fire destroyed           in the great fire of 1916
we were taught in school
reconstructed  in    gothic revival
moss drapes the stone walls
rebuilt   (1927)       we now call it the peace tower
inside    this tower
a series of twisting and turning spiral staircases
a labyrinthine
lead up to the bells     53 bronze carillon bells
ranging in size from huge to tiny
nestled in the tower      and the wind blows
   beyond stained glass windows
yes   the doors are locked    
each stationary bell    tuned      to a specific note
on the
   musical scale
       the lilt inspiring
nothing electronic or electrical
all manual   played from a keyboard-pedal
board by a carilloneaur      an
important position     appointed by the government
a person so skilled and dedicated
   their hands pull the paddles with velvet grace
              the bells toll daily at noon
for fifteen minutes      so many times I have
stopped my errands   stood
      to listen to the bells ringing   
it is so beautiful   echoing amongst the buildings
         I hang my head like a flower 
   the sound vanishing        lasting only a short time
so fleeting     I lament the ending     
but during the summer   they sound for one hour
eleven to noon    for tourists
some people bring their lunches
  follow the throng   the crowd    of listeners
oh what an assemblage   a sea of nameless faces
     they sit on the lawn      in front of the tower
the parliament buildings    "the hill"
   oh yes     it is built on a hill
(but that is another story)
and listen        it is an amazing experience
           there is something      so magical
the bells ringing     loudly    all over the 
downtown streets      what a lovely background
noise      it is very special to us   city dwellers
the ebb and flow      of 53 bronze bells ringing
on christmas evening     we can listen
    to    silent night and other hymns
those sweet dulcet christmas tunes
I feel quite blessed to have
       these bells ringing loudly
for me each day    and of course    for
all whom love musical bells


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July 25, 2015


Poetry/Free Verse/53 bronze bells
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