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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required First rings the school bell. Small feet gather beneath a morning, still keeping to blue. Doors spring open on cue, to welcome them into class. The rush is on to get there before the bell ring stops. Bags and books grow wings to get there on time. . Second rings the church bell. Its bronze mouth rings a silence older than prayer. Curtains stir well before their consciences do. The call is compelling, insistent, though forgiving. The bell ring stops long before the listening do. . Third is the wedding bells. Two people gather themselves like birds perched in separate trees. Their promises travel farther, than the voices that release them. Even the air seems so well-dressed just for the occasion. The bells brings much joy and laughter, for all to join in. . Fourth is sound of ship's bells. The sea speaks a language no shore can ever remember. Each watch dissolves into another unseemly hour. Horizons escape the rings for the last round No sailor ever heads towards his true horizon. . Fifth tolls the town clock. Afternoon gathers in silence, inside the old town clock. Windows rattle with lives forever, arriving somewhere else. The hands move in ways no one can ever follow. We count the bells, hoping its not our last journey. . Sixth is the cry of alarm bells. Morning arrives, exactly as expected. Then suddenly, certainty forgets its address. Sirens pierce the sky - screaming mayhem. Every familiar face suddenly looks for another. Nothing afterward answers to the bell's name. . Seventh sounds the passing bell. The air grows too heavy to carry another word. Old names return, before old voices speak. Echoes settle, where memories cast the longest shadows. Perhaps, every bell, has been ringing for this last moment. .
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