The Church

Church bells ringing throughout the land Summoning those who hear Up to that stone building on the hill To hear stories and news from far and near The feet do chatter upon the steps That lead up to that great door Once a week they all gather here Yes, they keep coming back for more The one is dressed in parochial attire Leads the followers in song Inside this structure of serenity That has served it's people so long And in the grounds the elders lie Complete with heads of stone Some have lain for decades here They listen, but never moan People come and people go But the church remains forever Occupying it's place on Holy ground In a way a kind of spiritual lever The birds that nest within the eaves Show reverance to the Chief In choosing here to roost and breed A kind of ornithological belief So once again the week begins All shoulders to the wheel To earn essential currency And to provide the daily meal