I am neither young no more wandering wheat fields in the afternoon the sound of church bells calls me to my knees for the first time and as these wild horses peal down from the hills I will tame their sound write it into poetry for them for myself for the fields.
Great one, Marc.
thanks mate
Seeing the beauty ...humbling .I love church bells ...sometimes they touch a chord and provoke introspection .
yes I live a stones throw from an old church and I never get bored hearing the bells
Loooovely - really lands the ending! 💜