Claire V. Bogdanos

I hear the whistle  on the track

It  seems to signal  “hurry  back”,

So  many  indications  sound

That help us to get all around

A  whistle blows,  a bell may ring

Birds  in the trees,  their voices sing

There is a  message  to be  heard

Tis  time to  treasure every  word

Be  ready to  accept the  call

We  know that  pride  precedes a fall

Take  care to  listen to  what’s said

And love  your God  with heart and head !