This poem was written by Arita Price of Walkington and appeared in the October 1975 edition of The Newsletter. I hope you’ll like it.
there, stands your monument
so well within my view!
Why then, and who was she for whom the bell
How sad does your love have to make me?
How many tasks, and what…
more than fact, do you ask?
I thought I knew!
Yet so solemnly, the bell did toll and toll till
my thoughts twixt grief and gardening and the old
shared with the new.
And it was too late to speak to the lady now…
So, to where it was warm and shady
I stole away.
To reverence the passing of the hour and day
and if spirits there be,
to thank her and Thee and the bell with its
and for my garden with its view
and for hearts that be touched still
with longing to carry out your will.