Windchimes
by Phyllis Beebe
Quiet
they hang when the wind doesn't blow
Unmoving,
not making a sound.
When stir'd by a
breeze
They let the world know
Just why
they've been "hanging around".
They will
tinkle so soft
When a gentle wind
comes
But
if it should blow up a gale
They'll ring out
like bells
Or the big kettle drums
Till
they're heard over hill and through
dale.