I heard the bells last Christmas Day
And all the hymns carillon played,
I thought about the stories told
When I was young, not quite so old,
And pray the children that I meet
Remember well and will repeat
Sweet memories that change has cost
Tradition gone beliefs we’ve lost,
Time to revive the olden days
Returning to those golden ways !
As the slim fingers of dawn slowly waken the sky
Whole flocks of wild birds begin their swift transiting by,
Up on the rooftops seagulls are perched searching for prey
While the caps on tidal waves are all churning and gray.
There across the narrow gap that the water creates
Is a vast citadel where great adventure awaits.
I’m too old to begin my life all over anew
But it’s a fine place to start for the bold and the few.
This incredible place full of dreams and wild surprise
Is a home meant for the strong the ambitious and wise.
Claire V. Bogdanos 