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ODE TO A BELL <br /> You were just a bell, they said, <br /> a bell which swings back and forth <br /> and rings and rings for us. <br /> Men clambered <br /> into yellow boots <br /> hurrying to your beat. <br /> Our mothers and fathers <br /> heard your mighty song <br /> and watched heroes face fire. <br /> With gratitude <br /> they farmed and traded and thrived. <br /> But hopyards ceded to asphalt <br /> horses to barn, <br /> train whistles to silence. <br /> You nearly succumbed <br /> as sirens wailed up Main. <br /> Until the Muses <br /> moseyed into town <br /> to light new fire. <br /> Now boots stomp and dance <br /> Voices chime in song, poetry and tales <br /> teens fall into stage love. <br /> Artists bend to draw a bell, <br /> just a bell, they say, <br /> which swings back and forth <br /> and rings and rings for us. <br /> Deborah Grossman ,e <br />