Mount Vernon’s Grandfather Clock

The clock’s undaunted rhythm measured time
Since placed upon the staircase long ago,
Each room resounding with its hollow chime,
A gentle music, swelling soft and low.
With every peal its quavering voice sings
Of years, of lives and battles from days past;
Each lilting note pausing before it rings,
As to savor time, for it takes wing fast.
Its rhythmic hymn has not ever lost beat;
Not clanged or clamored when danger was nigh,
Nor stalled for snow, driving rain, or heat;
Its song rolling on as the years pass by.
Faces and fashions fall away with time,
Yet still reverently ringing is the chime.


One Response

  1. This poem is the first place winner of Home School Legal Defense Association’s National Poetry Contest.

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