Bells
stop to ponder
when you hear the bells
don’t let your mind wonder
the story it tells, as it rings clear
hear the bells sound, piercing the air
stories profound and some quite austere
some ringing bells call and some set a pace
some toll to enthrall and some ring to embrace
there are bells with such class made out of brass
those brass bells on ships are for long ocean trips
there are some bells that chime an’ ring out the time
the church bells it’s said, sound when lovers are wed
bright silver bells ringing when the choir starts singing
there are bells made of gold from the kingdom of old
the bronze bells are made while some come from jade
the bells that chime out, in the dark of the night, piercing
our minds much to our delight. yet not all the bells that toll
out their sound, spread a cheer to those, gathered around. hearing
the bell that will steal your breath is the keening bell sound, announcing
a death.
Adding your comment:
I have to say what I liked the best about this poem is the way you got it into a bell shape. I would never have the patience to round out the edges to make this. 
Hope you do well in the contest!
