from one end to the other
windchimes adorn my porch
they let out a pleasant note
I can recall a most memorable time in my life, as a child
when someone in church played a lovely tune on the harp
the beautifull sound that I love ever so much
I can remember the wonderful comforting feelin' within my soul that i I felt
I'm hoping to gather enough
to wrap around the house
I just love the sound that each one makes
a little bit of help from the breeze
when the wind blows not
my visitors love to lend them a hand
they stand there and they jingle..until they hear and feel the heavenly sound
until I answer the door
and like I child they quickly turn around
hoping that I do not notice the tune that the chimes whisper in the back ground
since there is not an ounce of wind blowing in the distance
be it as it may ,it does not bother me
i love that pleasant pleasing sound..
when given a chance...I too
make them jingle, and echo a tune for me....

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