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I only tell of sunny hours

I only tell of sunny hours...
But oh, what joy they bring
As I sit within this stone built wall,
Above, the church bell rings.

Upon the hour it tolls away
And tries to keep with mine
Sometimes I think it gets it wrong
It must be hard to chime

My shadow after all is there 
All day upon my face
He moves around so slowly
While I watch the Human Race.

I only tell of sunny hours...
That's when good folk come out
They work the fields in harmony
The tall, the short, the stout.

I tell them when it's time to come 
And when it's time to go.
The bell it helps a little,
But they like to look below.

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Date: 2/16/2019 10:21:00 PM
Very lovely poem! Best of luck in the contest and welcome to Poetry Soup!
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Date: 2/4/2019 3:20:00 PM
Delightful! Great personification. Good luck in the contest Peter :) xomo
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