Belmont Village
Belmont nestles deep
in frost's embrace,
children all will keep
watch for a trace
of softly falling snow
to set their eyes aglow!
Shrill melodic rounds
as pure as prayer,
bluebird's song resounds
through bracing air,
so high above the sky
where graceful angels fly.
Churchbells toll us in
from toil and play,
we give thanks again
for one more day,
chaste blessings from above,
sweet mystery of love.
*****
This is a form of my own invention...
Rhythm: 5/4/5/4/6/6 etc
Rhyme scheme: a/b/a/b/c/c
d/e/d/e/f/f
g/h/g/h/i/i
I call it the 'Bickerette!'
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