Five minutes walk from my father’s house,
The Church of St Mary’s Kelvedon,
We walked out in sunshine following the sound,
And caught the bell ringers at it,
Ringing a change?
In sixty minutes the wedding party would arrive; Ushers anxious already.
I try to get the ringers down on paper,
Arms and shoulders
And their grasping for the ‘Sally’
Sally, the velvet grab handle on a bell rope.
Must find out more about bell-ringing.