The Moonlight Bell
Dum -- -- -- Dum -- -- -- Dum -- -- --, the moonlight bell,
Beyond the city noise of cars I overhear the moonlight bell.
Warm fatherly advice and smell of fresh baked pies,
The sister's hug and even my first cries endear the moonlight bell.
Sweet childish kiss she gave with fear in her blue eyes,
And youthful sweets, retrieves in my forgotten ear, the moonlight bell.
Old roads between green plains and hills where grapevines rise,
They softly reappear whenever I rehear the moonlight bell.
The city tears in my brown eyes now advertise,
That where rock rolls and where it ends there I will hear the moonlight bell.
Copyright © Peter Rangus | Year Posted 2016
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