As I awake from my afternoon nap,
Staring out the bedroom window in a rapture trap.
The sun brightly shines its magic on the trees,
And the leaves quietly sway in a gentle breeze.
From the living room our grandfather clock stirs,
Imparting its quarter-hour melody hauteurs.
A pause, then the bold-sounding full-hour announcements,
Time to decide waking moment’s pronouncements.
But outside not far away a faint repeating,
Not to stir as its repertoire is fleeting.
The Westminster Chimes in the Sparta church steeple,
Announcing time to the community people.
Two soulful messages musically to impart,
Time for quiet contemplation from the heart.
George Kibildis
Sparta