Bells and Chimes
Handbells, jingle bells, bluebells and harebells,
Bells to call you to dinner,
Ships' bells to define the hourly watches,
Church bells to bring in the sinner.
The Morris dancers have bells on their legs,
In Switzerland they are worn by cows,
In temples in India they are struck by a gong,
At weddings they ring after vows.
Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clement's
The ancient rhyme begins,
It lists the bells of the churches in London,
All different, none of them twins.
At school, in the playground, the bell would ring,
To call us back into class,
You’d immediately stop talking
When the mistress you walked past.
Quasimodo, the Hunchback of Notre Dame
In Victor Hugo’s story,
Was totally deafened by the bells,
His life had little glory.
As well as bells, there are also chimes,
Usually very much quieter,
Apart from the ones on the ice cream vans,
Rung loudly by the proprietor.
The wind chimes which hang in the garden
Give a gentle, pleasing sound,
Not disruptive and noisily raucous
But a pleasure to have around.
Some people hate the noise that they make
And put their hands over their ears,
But I hope to continue hearing bells and chimes
For years and years and years.