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!'