Simple chimes dance in the wind,
Reverberating high and low.
Comforting harmonies sing,
Melodic in their ebb and flow.
Evoking memories forgotten,
Images return like snow.
Like moments of time just happened,
Their clarity returns, windblown.
Passionate songs in the breeze
Paint images of family lore.
Father and mother and kids
Celebrate the glory of God's love.
August 2006, by Glen Alan Woods
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