Bobbing Bells
Those precious little bobbing bells
As fragrant chimes of beauty ring
Thru alpine meadows and the fells
Those precious little bobbing bells
Of perfume, sweetly casting spells
Bewitching each bright nosy thing
Those precious little bobbing bells
As fragrant chimes of beauty ring.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Celebrate May With A Triolet" Poetry Contest, Andrea Dietrich, Judge & Sponsor.
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