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The Bells of Loschwitz Church


Old
Church bells
Back home knell time
And childhood memories. 
Deep slow tolls count out three o’clock,
Comforting presence as I lie sleepless,
Wondering: how many more times
I’ll sleep
Here


6/16/2017
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Line Gauthier

Date: 8/6/2018 10:13:00 PM

Lovely, Agnes. The emotion comes through.

Funom Makama

Date: 7/12/2017 10:11:00 AM

Excellent and profound. You have that unique skill of beating the peak. This is a wonderful stuff, always beating our expectation. Can wait to jump to your next page.

Jannie Breedt

Date: 7/8/2017 2:05:00 PM

Hi Agnes, the bell tolls for thee. Well done Jannie

Agnes Krampe
Date: 7/8/2017 5:14:00 PM

Thank you, Jannie.

Sunlite Wanter

Date: 7/1/2017 11:00:00 AM

Love your poem and love bells. Our church has bells but they have been long silenced by neighbors who do not want to be waked on Sunday morning.

Agnes Krampe
Date: 7/8/2017 5:14:00 PM

Thanks, Sunlite. That's so sad.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 6/18/2017 8:18:00 PM

A lovely nostalgic piece Agnes. Beloved moments remembered. : )

Agnes Krampe
Date: 7/8/2017 5:13:00 PM

Thanks, Connie. I love hearing the bells whan I am back home. The church is a quarter mile from my parents' home, as the crow flies.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/18/2017 12:51:00 AM

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Elizabeth Kinch

Date: 6/17/2017 12:48:00 PM

Some sounds take us straight back to our childhood. This is a superb write Agnes.

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/17/2017 1:59:00 PM

Thank you for your visit, Elizabeth.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/16/2017 9:20:00 PM

wow, I LOVE how you ended this one!!! It reminisces like mine did! By the way, loved your comment to me about my titles. Yes, I had at least ten other titles I could have fit into my poem but I had to leave them out!

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/17/2017 1:58:00 PM

Thanks, Andrea. I'll have to go and re-read your again.

Daniel Turner

Date: 6/16/2017 5:14:00 PM

This poem brings back so many memories from my youth. There was a church in town, that had actual bells and nothing can duplicate that sound. Thank you for the memories, Mrs Agnes. I was completely lost in thought at the end:)

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/17/2017 1:57:00 PM

Thank you for your kind words, Daniel.

Jan Allison

Date: 6/16/2017 4:40:00 PM

I can imagine the sound of the church bells are quite comforting and you must miss them - lovely memories Agnes:-) hugs jan x

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/17/2017 1:58:00 PM

Thanks, Jan. Every time I go back home I realize how much I miss it.

Frederic Parker

Date: 6/16/2017 4:29:00 PM

memories of home can be a comfort, I know where I live now I never hear a church bell, and I live close to a church..

Agnes Krampe
Date: 6/16/2017 4:38:00 PM

Back home, they chime the hours. One chime for quarter hour, two for half, four for the full hour and then the otehr bell chimes the number of hours. I have never heard this in any place in the US where I lived.