The Church Bells Tolled Nine

The church bells tolled nine

Tuesday afternoon.

The shock sent shivers down my spine.

A young rose sheared at its first bloom.

The clappers again kissed cast metal Thursday.

A proud and bright chorus,

Telling the town of a kiss.

A kiss of boundless love.

Loss is never forgotten,

Nor goes unsuffered by those who know.

But truly, nothing is more well-known than the hope of joy in a new day of life.

We only need to remind ourselves of life's unending song.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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