A Bell Ringing

The digital bells ring forth
From the twin towers of
Saint John’s Catholic Church
Down the narrow streets.
The electronic clock’s gears
Have gone a little askew
And every hour
Isn’t on the hour anymore.

I remember the first time
Brother Kenny Hoyt
Let me pull the rope
To ring that big bell
Way up in the steeple
Of Bryant Pond Baptist Church.
Life has gone a little askew,
Sadly I don’t go to church anymore.

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