BELLS
BELLS
Bells that talk among themselves
Sounding their distinct messages
From one city church to another
Predictably on each exact hour
Yet sometimes for special reasons
In celebration, maybe as a warning
Whether singly or a complex peal
Some low, others higher in pitch
Tones reaching into the distance
Heard, yet ignored by thousands
Thought a token of a bygone age
Yet all still with an important role
A hopeful Sunday call to prayer
In an increasingly agnostic land
Yet campanology skills survive
Expertise in ringing the changes
A commitment, if not to music
But to maintaining the tradition
Bell ringing for the community
That if silenced, will be missed
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