TITLE: The Tolling of the Bell By Amy Michelle Wiley 06/24/06 |
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The day felt dark and dreary
Though the sun shined full and strong.
The people walked with silence
And they all felt something wrong.
The fear ran sharp and rancid
And dark shadows stalked the dell.
Through the town was echoing
The tolling of the bell.
The sound was strong and fervent
And death clamored in its noise.
The church was filled with mourners
And the whispers of the boys.
The preacher stood and trembled
As he preached of fire and hell
And in the background echoed
The tolling of the bell.
The people filed by stiffly
That casket dark and open.
Praying God would keep him,
For comfort they were hopin’.
They stood about in clusters
In the church upon the dell
And always heard the echo:
The tolling of the bell.
The dead man’s daughter straightened
And she looked right at the folks.
“Don’t worry ‘bout my daddy,
He’s with Jesus makin’ jokes.
Perhaps with God he’s dancing
And right now he’d have me tell,
He’s smiling at the echo
Of the tolling of the bell."
© 2006 Amy Michelle Wiley
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