It’s 11:45.
I must head outside
to hear the church bells ring.
I grab my blanket.
Head out the door
And search for a place .
It’s 11:50
And I’ve found a spot
To hear the church bells ring.
Laying on the grass,
The sun is shining,
And the birds are all singing.
It’s 11:58
And I’m waiting
To hear the church bells ring.
I close my eyes
And enjoy the peace,
waiting for the magic.
It’s 12 o’clock
And I have begun
To hear the church bells ring.
The clock tower strikes,
Counting out twelve.
Then the magic begins.
It’s 12:11
And I have stopped
Hearing the church bells ring.
There were 5 in row.
5 different songs
That left me in a trance.
It’s 12:15
And I head inside from
Hearing the church bells ring.
I do not regret
The time I spent
Listening to the small things.
now that’s worth reading as i imagined it all
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it’s truly remarkable. One of my favorite things to do on campus
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you are lucky to be able to do that
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I wish this happened everywhere. I will truly miss it over the summer
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the warmth of summer
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Oh, I love listening to church bells. Especially in the morning. Great poem!=)
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