Church Bells – a Remembrance

In London town, when I was there,
I heard the bells everywhere.
They peeled and rang and spoke to me,
I really miss them, don’t you see.

All the bells have different tones,
Deep and high and bells that groan.
The towers tall against the sky,
Are so lovely to the eye.

The bell ringers, I suppose,
Get tired of pulling ropes on toes.
It’s just a job to them but I,
Would love to give ringing bells a try.

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