Distant Bells...1905 - 2k13

Not for a trice feel a wayward twinge for distant bells that hollow ring familiar creak of the wooden loft loving caress to a cheek so soft so hold your child and merrily sing to hug him dear and arms fling savor the morning's early dew tis the love that but earn a few look the eye of your beaming beau the glint therein that you watched grew in your frock and braid and held flower the sun the moon and shining star the well worn stair, forward deck wizened eye that seeks your beck feline grace of your cat’s stretch topped pail, in which you water fetch sing and dance and take a step to homely kitchen and roasting prep tumblers stacked and the slanty mop from window watch that ye often hop