As I write these lines the peals of Winchester cathedral being carried on the summer evening breeze are flooding my home through the opened windows, this poem is very fresh and unedited.
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Evening bells, chime
melancholy sweet
a happy mellow
is it a prayer? is it a prayer?
wrapping as with a mantle
a father’s loving care.
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Changing times toned
a long ago joy
with melody memory [thanks]
is it a prayer? is it a prayer?
people have loved me
some still do, some are gone [where?]
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Changeless yet changing
I have not changed
I need to be loved, hold hands
is it a prayer?
touch me with kindness
just let me share.
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I just want to share.










