the bell

silent,
the black bell stands,
resolute in its watch,
behind the house,
atop the hill,
casting shadows,
pull rope twisting
in the breeze.

silent,
we pause,
in the crinkly grass,
beside it, watching
the golden sun
recede slowly,
across the valley
into night.

silent,
he listens
for the sweet toll,
to call him home,
across the fields,
to dinner
one last time.

silent,
i yearn
to pull the
weathered cotton cord
to ease his mind.

For more takes on this theme, go to Theme Thursday.

Today we also ring the bell for Barry , who will be ringing the bell at the end of his final chemotherapy. Listen for the clang-a-rang of celebration at 2pm Thursday.



Also, thanks to jingle for the wonderful Poet's Rally Award. I nominate Yousei Hime.