SILENT SUNDAY HARMONY
©Trev Teasdel Coventry April 1969
Waves of tranquil quiet
Tremble down my spine.
The golden shades of sunshine
Sheds feelings so divine
The sound of quivering bells
Freely flow throughout the countryside.
Farmer Hawkins’s son awaking from a dream,
Pulls the alarm clock nearer to his side.
The sound of howling hounds
Vibrating like machines.
Do not disturb the slumber
Of the silent sleeping world it seems.
The shepherd and his crook, prowl frequently.
Surveys the ground around to see what he can see.
The sound of smiling voices
trickle through the trees.
The sun smiles gently
as the earth below it leaves.
as the earth below it leaves.
A lane full of people,
Sunday best dressed people
Sunday best dressed people
with their Sunday haloes
shining in the scent.
shining in the scent.
Amble in to take their pews,
receive the blessing of the Lord
receive the blessing of the Lord
then stampede to catch their daily booze.
And the church with the Telford spire
gledges down upon the adjacent local
where the congregation conspires.
And as the day slips into night
The world turns on its commercial lights,
Transmitting waves to cabinets
with many shelves
with many shelves
and goodnight kissing in the streets.