for whom the bell tolls....

Sunday morning

the peal of church bells
rains softly through the air,
summer drizzle dampens
the birdsong that rouses,
a cool sunlight drips along
across my face and walls,
my dog seems too restless
we'll both take a walk,

through the streets and lanes
past shop closed signs,
the stream of church goers rush
to reach the sermon in time,
then a silence befalls the place
and the bells chime no more,
sunday is as it should be
not for religion just for roast,

lovely walk first thing with Pete, cooler and breezier! Out with the wide angled lens again, and captured Greasley Church close up, just as the bells rang out.....