Dan Daley: The bells
His Father: we have listened so often to,
Dan Daley: we have listened out for them
His Father: and then the timbre sways faintly in the air.
Dan Daley: Is there a beat we can make into the beat of our own
His Father: Varying a little in register and tone, one short,
Dan Daley: Irrefragible proof of the bellringer,
His Father: the keeper of our times.
Dan Daley: And then in the sudden floods of autumn
His Father: that brings the salmon upriver,
Dan Daley: the bells, summoning reluctantly the fishermen to their
His Father: It strikes an equipoise.
Dan Daley: God, the ones we have missed now.
His Father: God, now is the time to make good their escape.
Taken from ‘Footprints on the Limestone’
(1993), page 27.
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