Wednesday, April 6, 2011


Ask not for whom the bells toll
          They toll for thee.
But they a wedding song sing
          Or so it seems to me.

Or, mayhap in childbirth rejoice
          The proud family.
Perhaps, they first golden leaf welcome,
In bosom of the Autumn lady.

Or, could they be the litany of snow?
          Falling into silence, musically.
Hark! Are their notes sober and sombre?
          Mourning the surrender deathly.

Or do they call Youth to war
          To kill strangers unnamed blindly.
But I hear my favourite alone
          An innocent love lullaby,
A new morn, a new life, a hope new herald
          Chiming laughter and a butterfly.

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