It clangs across alpine meadows in a
Moo-ving musical of bovine adventure.
It jingles from a rooftop on a snowy winter's eve-
A magical promise of stockings stuffed full.
Laced to a shoe bell speaks of growth and change-
A tinkling beat of toddling first steps; a
reminder of fleeting moments gone too soon.
Bell whispers on the wind -God is waiting; Come.
In a musical language of chimes and tones -Bell pleads.
Find me...
Follow me...
I am here...
Janie Lazo 2016 All rights reserved
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