Mission Bell

Anton could set a watch by that old mission bell

It rang every day at high noon twelve

Until one day, someone came to town

to haul it away, so they tore it down

A piece of history just tossed away

Like scrap heap metal, what a terrible shame

By:J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son. View all posts by J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

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