Wind Chime State Of Mind

• Sarah Campbell, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

upon once hallowed hills, no longer
where grasses arise in hues of grey
where foreign travellers dare not seek yonder
where mournful shrubs are doomed to decay

atop a knoll, lone and quiet
a twisted, wrought post stands
strung by rope and held by might
a wind chime crafted by hand

creatures rest sore wings and legs
and hark to the song of the bells
for the wind that stilled for years untold
has risen again from the hells