One lonely bell was ringing
Ringing from so far away
It was ringing to tell of the passing
Of old Mr. Rogers today
And the birds that were flying up yonder
Were stilled – they did not make a sound
The songs that they sung had been silenced
As they sat looking over the town
And all of the people had gathered
In the streets and they all bowed their heads
And the young children sat nearby weeping
Cause old Mr. Rogers was dead
The man that drove the old milk cart
Had tears running down from his eyes
As the lonely bell rang through the valley
And echoed across the Grey skies
The parson stood there in the doorway
Receiving the mourners that called
To the chapel that stood by the road side
To farewell a friend to them all
There they prayed to the spirit to guide him
To love him like they all had done
To take care of old Mr. Rogers
And keep him in his loving arms
And the lonely bell rang through the valley
So still was the coming of day
It was ringing for Roger the milk horse
To see him this morn on his way
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Superb
A very warm hearted write, indeed. I liked the way in which you expressed your thoughts. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for reading. Comments much appreciated indeed.
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You are quite welcome.
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A sad poem and very good... very well deicting and striking of emotion.
though, i must be honest with you dearie... the mood was hindered by the name you choose. Mr. Rogers. reminded me of Mr. Rogers' neighborhood. *smiles lightly* -
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Thanks, mate. I don't know 'Mr.Rogers'neighbourhood' What is that? anyway, i picked the name because it was the name of the horse owned by the people that had the property next to the home i was in as a kid. It was a beautiful clydesdale. The poem wasn't based on him, just his name.
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goggle it, hun. ^.-
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wow this is a very interesting piece!!! I love it!!!! You did such an excellent job portraying it!!!!! I love your details and descriptions!!! This is truly well written!!! You did a very very incredible job!!!! Much love and hugs to you!!!!! I love you lots!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks, mate. I really appreciate your comments. I am so glad you enjoyed it. Cheers and take care.
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Condor
Is this an actual account of his passing?
They say that the devil is afraid of nothing on earth
...but a horse. Don't ask me why, just something told to me.
I seen very few horses in my life, and never once a milk horse. Maybe before my time.
Good poem though, germane rhymes and narrative.
John
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Hi, mate. No, this is not an actual account. I think it came to me when i was in one of my more mellow moods. Back in the early seventies, the milkman use to pass by every morning and all you could hear in the stillness was the clip clop of the hooves on the ashphalt. We loved to go and see him. People use to pick up his droppings and use it on their gardens. They were great times. Then trucks took over and the poor old horses were put out of work. A shame.
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RIP Mr. Rogers
Awesome write. Telling a good story with a rhyming poem is no easy task. You have mastered the task, I think. Wonderful rhyme, flow and story. Deserving
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Many thanks, my friend for reading this piece, and for your wonderful comments which are always most appreciated.
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I just love this one about Roger. You have the rhyme rhythm and flow going perfectly and it tells such a wonderful story. Lovely, absolutely lovely.
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Thanks, Bob. This is one i had on quite a while ago but it needed a little fixing. Now its back. Appreciate your looksie.
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