BELL TOWERS.

Sitting Beneath the Tree,
That Day,
Old St. Michael's
Seemed to Smile,
With Glee,
In that very same Country
              Air,

Reminding Me of my
Own Nuptials,
At near by,
St. Olaf the King,
And Martyr,
Where the Bell,
Also did Tell
Of the Half,
Quarter,
And Hour,

Marking,
Rotating ,
Governing, 
The Lives,
With News and Tide,
Of these Folk,
These Precious Folk,
With ever increasing,
Pirouetting,
Wings,
Of Flights ,
Of Fantasy,

As the Scripted Dunes,
Wind blown Dunes,
Slept,
        Soundly,


Hiding There Faces,
There God awful Faces,
Beneath There Canal..