The Steady Peal Of Church Bells

The Steady Peal Of Church Bells

A Poem by Adam Latham

The steady peal of church bells

Rang out without a care,

Borne on a biting east wind

With snowflakes in the air.

The warming chimes were carried

On blizzard driven gales,

That bleached the parish rooftops

And whitewashed once green dales.

A bleak midwinter blanket

Stretched well beyond the eye,

Up to the far horizon,

Where pasture meets the sky.

While in the vale, a cluster

Of houses fought the chill,

Beneath a bleating bell tower

And chapel on the hill.

© 2018 Adam Latham

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Adam Latham
Adam Latham

Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom

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