Chimes
i am living here on the eaves
not on the eve of destruction
should I sing or should I swing
Or chirp out a ding o ling
I hung here for years and never complained
Of the snow or the rain
where is my friend the wind?
Lover of the music at a whim
birds nested close to me
for the tune that I sung
sweet lullabies for the children
the children to sing in our skys
the future that brightens our eyes.
flowing breezes with sweet melodies
that come before the frost and the freeze
me and my friends will sing you a tune
that will elate you well pastJune
so hang us anywhere you want you see
we just aim to please.
poem by John Shea
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