The Belltower's Tale
The belltower's tale has impassioned the soul
of the one whose strong hands restore history, whole,
forging ever and on through December's cold days
in the towering winterhues, dark blues and greys.
Climbing up through the structure of ancient intrigue,
each day rising early, soaking sunset's fatigue.
He's on top of his world and delightfully high,
for the belltower is beauty to my artist friend's eye.
As his vision unfolds, is reborn through his craft
with hard work, sweat and toolchest, sufficiently staffed,
he can proudly survey what his time, toil and sight
have so faithfully brought to his belltower tonight.